The goat I understand. Those fuckers are mean, and they bite. Who TF is afraid of a chicken? Turkey, sure. Again, they are mean and big enough to fight back. The chickens found out that they “can” become soccer balls if they piss off the ape that is bringing them food.
I lived on a farm as a kid and had to kick them out of the way to feed the little fuckers. They aren’t scary, but yeah they are ill-tempered and nasty, if you don’t out mass them by several times their mass. Kicking in this sense is more like shoving them with your foot, unless one of the fuckers bites, then they get a more forceful shove, that causes them to use their wings since they go a few inches off the ground.
Well yeah. I think scary is subjective on that sense. I have a big dog who used to be fear aggressive toward me and he didn’t scare me (even though I knew he could kill me if he tried). It’s about how comfortable we are in a situation, I suppose. My wife got attacked by coyotes once, so she’s more cautious around them than any of our neighbors.
The goat I understand. Those fuckers are mean, and they bite. Who TF is afraid of a chicken? Turkey, sure. Again, they are mean and big enough to fight back. The chickens found out that they “can” become soccer balls if they piss off the ape that is bringing them food.
Have you not met any chickens? They can be downright NASTY. And a lot of people don’t have it in them to kick a chicken.
Yeah. A wise person checks their footing before kicking a chicken.
I lived on a farm as a kid and had to kick them out of the way to feed the little fuckers. They aren’t scary, but yeah they are ill-tempered and nasty, if you don’t out mass them by several times their mass. Kicking in this sense is more like shoving them with your foot, unless one of the fuckers bites, then they get a more forceful shove, that causes them to use their wings since they go a few inches off the ground.
Well yeah. I think scary is subjective on that sense. I have a big dog who used to be fear aggressive toward me and he didn’t scare me (even though I knew he could kill me if he tried). It’s about how comfortable we are in a situation, I suppose. My wife got attacked by coyotes once, so she’s more cautious around them than any of our neighbors.
You’d be surprised by how many blokes are afraid of the adorable little balls of feathers that are always running away from them