Mystery Strikes: Grandma’s Fracture and the Vanishing Chickens—What Really Happened?
He went back to his packing and I stepped onto the back porch. And, I kid you not, the moment I looked over the side of the railing, I saw both of the black roosters and THEY WERE FIGHTING!! I opened the door, and hollered, “Brian, the black rooster is back and they’re both attacking each other!”
Brian went outside to take in a minute of the show. Sane people don’t get between two fighting roosters. They have claws and SPURS! It only lasted a minute or so. That’s how nature works. The dominant (strongest and smartest) animal is the leader. Where roosters are concerned, the non-dominant ones are either given away, or end up in the freezer.
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