I had a fall this morning. It was scary shit for a short while because it was a multi-stage fall knocking over various things as I tried to save myself on the way down.

I don’t remember what started it. Things like happen unexpectedly and you’re not concerned about why your falling as much as how and where you’re falling.

I was not injured at all but it could have been worse. I had mete seconds to mentally understand what was happening and ready my defence stick towards the Rooster. He was coming at me fast with dreams of holding me down and pecking my eyes out.

The fall was slow. I tumbled through a series of balance failures as I tried to reach for anything stable.

I was on the ground. Dirty. A mad rooster running towards me with glee. A Sharp NO and the waving of my defence stick have less power coming from a man on the ground, but it was enough.

He walked away, back to his food.

I really was scared. If I had not had the stick I have to idea how I’d do in a man against rooster fight from a disoriented position on the ground.

Ironically I probably wouldn’t have fallen if I wasn’t carrying the stick as well as three different containers of food.

In any case, it was eventful only for a moment and then normalcy continued although it did take me a while to stand up without anything to grab on to or lean against. I had to be aware that falling again or looking away could mean another surprise attack.

That was then and this is now. It’s lunch time and it looks like it may have rained a little bit or may rain a little more and the near future so of course all the chickens were up in front of the door.

I stand out in front of the door with my stick and I tap it twice. He moves away a little. I take another step. I tap it twice and he moves away a little. After doing this several times he was far enough away that I could walk by and put the food down in two different areas.

So lunch time was fine and breakfast time is just a story that I finished telling now.