Bob's Blades 1

Bob is convinced he's in charge.  He may be right.  I took it upon myself to herd him and his two hens out of the meadow where they were running free and back around to their coop to be put up for the night.  Bob didn't much like this, and kept attacking my shins throughout; it wasn't until much later that I saw just how many bruises and dents he left in me, and have plenty of scabs now.  I like to think I earned his respect, but really, I recognize that Bob still thinks he's in charge.

Here you can see one of those vicious spurs a rooster can bring to bear if they wish, on the back of the leg to the right.