I hear you. Grew up raising chickens amongst other things. Some were in the yard, most in the chicken house. Hated going into the chicken house because of all the black widows. Them things were the size of half dollars. All them critters were/are tough in West Texas. The bed posts in the house were standing in bowls of water to keep the scorpions out of the bed at night.
I recall one big rooster that walked around the yard constantly thinking he's tough. I know what the meaning of "cock of the walk" is. He couldn't stand anyone to turn your back to him and walk away - he'd peck the back of your legs big time. We would always have to turn around and walk backwards to go somewhere when he was close. Don't know why my granddad put up with that.


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