I used to raise chickens when I was a kid and never got chased by a rooster for some reason, in fact usually it was the other way around. But my neighbors down the road had turkeys that they let roam free range around their property. I was a fucking short, scrawny little kid and they were almost as tall as me, and territorial af. At least a couple times I had to run for my life from those velociraptors just because I happened to turn a corner and bump into them while hanging out with that family. They’d just look at you, spread their tail feathers and start trotting at you making weird-ass noises. Fuckers are scary af
I didn’t know Araucana was spelled that way, neat!
My family had a few when I was growing up, the eggs were delicious and they only chased me around the yard sometimes
Getting chased by an aggressive rooster is one of earliest memories. I mostly just remember jurassic park levels of pure terror.
Now that I’m a large person, that perspective seems absurd, but chickens are very scary when you are small.
I used to raise chickens when I was a kid and never got chased by a rooster for some reason, in fact usually it was the other way around. But my neighbors down the road had turkeys that they let roam free range around their property. I was a fucking short, scrawny little kid and they were almost as tall as me, and territorial af. At least a couple times I had to run for my life from those velociraptors just because I happened to turn a corner and bump into them while hanging out with that family. They’d just look at you, spread their tail feathers and start trotting at you making weird-ass noises. Fuckers are scary af