Had a pet rooster as a kid the thing was pretty cool used to attack people I would run at and would jump up on my arm when I put my hand out. The bastard hated shoes and would flog the shit out of your feet if it thought your shoes were especially offensive. I named him Pester because anytime you were outside he would just circle around your feet endlessly. RIP Pester he died doing what he loved attacking my mom's car tires untill he became Pester pancake.