The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-06-04
A FOWL PROCEEDING.
Pitched Battle Between a Lady and
an Enraged Rooster.

FROM the Hartford Times,1
A lady OF this city had really an inter-
est1ng battle with a rooster. She had
two focks of about a dozen hens and
one rooster each, with separate run"
for each squad, and the hen-house is
partltloned through the middle, with a
window IN the partition. Almost every
day the lady visits the hennerv, and usu-
ally stops to stroke the pet of the feath-
cred favorites. Under this treatment
the fowls have become quite tame, and
never before had she such an experience
as we are about to relate. The lady, as
she tells the story herself, had passed
through the first division of the hen
house, and stopped to pet the fowls in
the other half, and, while she was thus
engaged, she noticed the big old rooster
In the other domicile had taken posi-
t!on where he could see the lady's opera
lions through the partition window. He
watched her with a jealous eye. Direct
~ the lady reached out to take in her
hands hen, but it evaded her, and ran
OFT with frightened scream. At this
the looker-on in Vienna the old rooster
became unduly excited, rufaed
his feathers, elongated his neck, and
showed he was as ''mad as mad
could be. He looked as if he wanted
to tackle the lady, and, sure enough,
when she entered his room to pass out
he did make a most determined on
| slaught. He rushed at her, fairly
bristling with indignation, and savagely
struck at her with his spurs. The lady,
rather pleased than otherwise, lifted a
foot to poke him away, and did give him
a vigorous shove. But he returned and
let fly his spur-mounted heels, and gave
the lady's No. gaiter a lively crack,
leaving quite stinging sensation.
And from this time out the lady and the
plucky old rooster had a regular pitched
battle. She says that she rather en-
loyed the sport, but before she got
through the fowl was SO terribly in earn
est it did not seem like fun, and she
determined to end up the fight by tax
ing the old fellow by the neck and hold
ing him suspended in mid-air until the
fight was all taken out Of him. The
next fly he made at her she clutched
him and yanked him from his feet, but
he struck st her several times with his
spurs in rapid succession, and in most
splteful and ugly manner. He got in
one blow on the back of her hand and
wrist that left a mark three inches long,
and she was glad to drop him. But
now her woman dander was up,
and she was bound to conquer.
She turned on him and kicked
at him first with one foot and
then with the other, following him
around the little house, he fighting gal
lantly as he retreated. He would fly at
her, catch her by her dress with his bill,
and crack would go the spurs with as
much vigor as if he had fellow-rooster's
head in chancery. Again and again the
lady grasped him by the neck, choking,
twisting and shaking him, but he would
compel her to let go by the rapid thumps
of his tough, hard old spurs. After the
fight had lasted fully ten minutes, the
lady thought, as there could not be much
honor in conquering q rooster, and,
rather admiring his pluck, she thought
she would withdraw and let him enjoy
his crow of victory. But as she turned
to go the onslaughts of the plucky fellow
were fercer, and she was compelled to
retreat backward, and kept her feet en-
ployed in trying to keep him at bay.
When she turned to open the exit door
the rooster, as a parting salute, flew up
at her waist high and gave her belt a
crack. It was fowl blow, but the lady
did not stop to claim the victory on that
account. She hurriedly closed the door,
and the determined fellow actually gave
the door clip, and looked Disguised be-
cause the lady had got out of his reach.