joeb631a
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We had chickens growing up.My rooster, God bless his soul was a mean *******…fuker would fly up high and come down spurs first slicing the back of my arms up…Ivan took care of that nasty bird for me…I enjoyed watching him get some of his own attitude…
They were Rhode Island Reds
Our rooster's name was Big Red!
Nasty SOB would chase me and my brothers around.
One day Big Red went after my sister and made her cry.
The next day we called him Cacciatori....