Survival of the fittest... or better armed...

Today my husband and I ran some errands getting the last few things to finish the back deck and getting a few plants for the front of the house.  Such a nice day just the two of us.


Then as we pulled up Turner, our black and white polish rooster, jumped in front of the truck and crows as if to tell us that was far enough.  I get out and he is right by my side, didn't think much about it and I turned to grab my purse and he attacked me!  Put 2 holes in my let right through my pants with his spurs and started pecking the heck out of my leg.  I hit him with my purse and he bounces off the tire to the truck and runs towards the chicken coop.  My leg is hurting really bad and I look down and there is blood around the holes in my pants.  As Turner starts running back toward me, I yell for Shane to help me and he comes over and stands between me and the rooster so I can get inside.  I take my pants off and blood is running down my leg.  Next think I know my hero husband is heading out the door with his trusty revolver in hand.

Unfortunately Shane emptied his revolver into Turner so we figured we wouldn't try to make soup out of him.  The farm is safe again...


I WIN!