One more and I'll go away.
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Mike, the aforementioned Godfather of our mob of wallabies, was very, very observant.
For an egg supply, we had a small pen of Bantam chickens behind the back garage for many years. Nothing infuriated my dad more than when one of the chickens would fly out and start galavanting around the yard. He'd try to teach the poor thing a lesson each time by grabbing it, pulling out its wing feathers, and throwing it back in the pen. Lather, rinse, repeat. Always repeat.
One day, dad and I both witnessed Mike, when a chicken that had escaped the pen again ventured a bit too close to where he was reclining, grab the chicken in his little wallaby hands and start ripping out feathers before finally throwing it back, at least in the general direction of, its pen.
I kid you not.
Mike also was strong enough to clear a > 5-feet tall junior-high-school-age boy (i.e., me) when he decided he wanted out of the warming shelter and didn't want to wait for me to get out of the doorway.
Mike, the aforementioned Godfather of our mob of wallabies, was very, very observant.
For an egg supply, we had a small pen of Bantam chickens behind the back garage for many years. Nothing infuriated my dad more than when one of the chickens would fly out and start galavanting around the yard. He'd try to teach the poor thing a lesson each time by grabbing it, pulling out its wing feathers, and throwing it back in the pen. Lather, rinse, repeat. Always repeat.
One day, dad and I both witnessed Mike, when a chicken that had escaped the pen again ventured a bit too close to where he was reclining, grab the chicken in his little wallaby hands and start ripping out feathers before finally throwing it back, at least in the general direction of, its pen.
I kid you not.
Mike also was strong enough to clear a > 5-feet tall junior-high-school-age boy (i.e., me) when he decided he wanted out of the warming shelter and didn't want to wait for me to get out of the doorway.
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grab the chicken in his little wallaby hands
Date: 2005-02-24 09:46 pm (UTC)Our dogs will corner the cats for us when they've been in the kitchen where they are not supposed to be. This might be helpful, if it didn't immediately turn into a chasing free-for-all when the cats see us house-monkeys coming...
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Date: 2005-02-24 09:48 pm (UTC)Poor stupid chicken. That may have actually stopped that one from doing it again. It'd be a pretty dumb bird to go back out there when the wallabies were around.