LOL that also reminds me of my father’s favorite Rooster. He was hugh and was a nice butterball. The Rooster could do no wrong in my father’s eyes. Until one Saturday afternoon, my father was cornered and his favorite Rooster came jumping and attaching him. My father was furious that my father came toward the house calling for my mother to get the hatchet LOL. I will say Daddy’s favorite sure tasted good with some potatoes, carrots, cabbage and some jalapeno peppers with a side dish of Mexican Rice LOL.
Obviously, not as smart as my father’s pet hen.