I’d fed them. I was posing no threat.i was almost inside the house but I showed my back to the Rooster and somehow it magically transported 40 feet and lunged.
It was so fast and startling I honestly don’t remember the details. It didn’t make contact as my telec3s toward this type of surprise must have improved over the last week.
He froze. I froze. He gives the evil single eye stare as I try and ask him why? This one seemed to have no purpose. All the hens were happily eating their feed in different areas of the yard all 40 feet away from me at least
It’s hard to let it happen. I can yell a bit thinking my anger will translate but knowing it won’t. It’s not a game, as much as it may seem so.
He is the alpha male and despite the fact I’ve been bringing the food for 4 days straight, I must still be an enemy threat. A 6 ft tall enemy threat that could easily kill this rooster if we actually got into a fight.
I refrain. I am reminded of the family guy cartoon where Peter Griffin and the giant chicken have a lifelong feud. This rooster and I stared each other the same way but we don’t run all over town destroying things.
Unfortunately the layout of the backyard is such that I can’t easily get from here to the chicken coop without passing the rooster. There are few paths that go the same way.