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2/17/2019 - I'm laying down right there in the dollars trying to get some photos when one of my three roosters meanders over. He starts eating right there in front of me, so I start talking a little rooster talk with him to keep him and me from getting nervous. He gets so close at one point that I couldn't even get a picture.When he finally inches away from me a little, I feel it's safe to ease myself up and slowly walk away. Well, when I do, and start walking away, he charges my ass. I stop and face him, and he's facing me. I holler, "No!" Then, the other roosters come running. They're all looking at me trying to decide if I'm now a threat and if they want to spur me to death. I stood there and didn't move a muscle, and especially didn't turn my back on the rooster mob. I pretended not to be afraid and started looking around for my dog, Sippie.Low and behold, just in time, she came trotting around the corner of the house. I hollered for her, "Here girl, come, Sippie!" She was so excited I was calling for her because just a moment before I was hollering at her to "Go, go, get out of here"...cause she was rolling all in the dollars and messing them up and wouldn't get out of my picture. Poor Sippie!She walked me to my back door. I went in and put on my pj's, and, no, I did not feed the chickens today or gather eggs. I will have to deal with that tomorrow when I actually have my kicking boots on and my gardening tool in my hand...the heavy one with the three prongs on one side and head chopper on the other.Hoo Hoo Acres, Southeast Texas