I had one of those, a huge bird called Conan, attacked anyone and everyone, even I, who fed the bloody thing. Attacked me on the one occasion I wore shorts when I was 15. It was a hot summer. The resulting gash on my leg needed 6 stitches.
Conan lived for a further 2 years after that before eventually dying of a heart attack (because he was an old bird who ate far to much cake.) If my father had had his way he wouldn't have lived a day after, but then I'm a softy at heart, even when it comes to brutal roosters with massive spurs of DEATH!!!!
😆 😆 No plan ever survives contact with the enemy. Though cake seems to work. Of course I didn't think of killing the blighter, just making him fat enough so he wouldn't have the puff to mount attacks against anybody. I like to think he was happy, in his own sadistic way.
And was the OD going to look like an acident to the poultry squad? I never thought of that.
Originally posted by Imperial_Samura
:.And was the OD going to look like an acident to the poultry squad? I never thought of that.
Well, I didn't want him to hurt....But the OD thing...he was toooo smart for....never thought about the cake thing........So, the poultry squad were all female, and so...never said a word, just gossiped about it.... 😂
Originally posted by fintiWell I've heard that about Norwegians...and the hair yeah...Medusa like...quite appealing... ...Better to look into a reflection.... 😄
yeah cause these icy blue eyes of mine would make Medusa look like a novice
You know Medusa was quite beautiful.She was once a beautiful maiden whose hair was her chief glory, but as she dared to vie in beauty with Athena, the goddess deprived her of her charms and changed her beautiful ringlets into hissing serpents....bad bad Jealous Athena.
When I was first learning to snow ski I got on one of the 2-person chair lifts and as I had just sat down and started moving forward, one of my skis got caught and fell off. I panicked and jumped off the chair which was just a couple feet off the ground at the time. They had to shut the lift down for a few minutes because they had a “jumper.” Yea I was one of those idiots. I felt bad but I felt even worse for the unknown girl I had sat beside on the lift who I’m sure was thinking, “oh great, people will think I’m with that jerk.”