The Unexpected Secrets Behind Capturing Coons and the Surprising Role of the Chicken Revealed
He got back up, shook off the dust, poofed himself up once more, and came at me again.
That time, and with another scream, my instinct-driven leg went a little higher, and my chicken sh*t shoe hit him square on the forehead. He tumbled a bit, fell down, got back up and then looked like he was going to come at me a third time.
I yelled a guttural, low, primal scream at him (think Jurassic Park), and that got his attention. He strutted off to the other side of the coop, still wobbling a bit and shaking his head.
