The Shocking Secret the Doctors Missed—And Why We Had to Call the Sheriff!
I’ve only been attacked by our rooster, Benedict, three times since I took over the “life of a farmer’s wife” duties (I’ve been posting about my adventures on Facebook). After I launched him twice into the air with my foot that one afternoon (I still have a big bruise on the top of my foot!!), and after my friend chased him after he jumped on my back and bit my BUTT with his beak, he’s been leaving me alone.
Four days ago, I was feeding the chicks (they’re still in their chick condominium in the garage until it warms up here). They are six to seven inches tall now. When I put the cup of feed into their cage, one of them bit me!!! I now have a bruise the size of a marble on my index finger knuckle. What a jerk!!!
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