We had a rooster at the farm, mean-ass SOB. He tried to spur me ONE time, and I punted his ass thru a barbed wire fence. He left me alone after that, but every time I catch him sleeping on the headgate at the barn when I went out to get the milk cows, I'd knock him off of it and yell "WAKE UP"!! I hated him, but I'm sure the feeling was mutual, and I still don't give a shit!! 
Hawks had gotten all our chickens but one old hen,and she was a LOT smarter than the typical hen. She would hide close to the house or shop,or even under a car or truck to do her pecking. If she ran out of insects,she would wait for someone to come walking by,and get right up by their heels and follow them to the shop,house,or wherever else they were going. She roosted in the shop. I would go in there at night to work on the Harley I was building,and she would get pissed off at the lights and the radio,and come storming over clucking,and peck at me. I admired her spirit and thought she was funny,so I would just push her away until she got tired and went to sleep under the bench.
She lasted a good long time,too. Her downfall was when my truly mean cat had kittens in the shop. Once they got old enough they quit nursing and I had to feed them,the old hen got wise to the free food,so she would show up to peck the kittens to chase them off so she could eat the food,so I would hang around and chase her off.
One day she finally screwed up by confusing that mean old mama cat with the kittens,and pecked her on the head to run her off. Keep in mind the cat didn't mind sharing the food with the hen as long as the hen didn't interfere with her eating,but the hen go cocky and pecked her on the head. That was the end of that hen. Cat bit her right through the neck and held on. The hen was dead by the time I I got the cat off of her.
The only reason I got away with doing it was because the cat understood I was the source of the food. That was a mean cat. Chased one of my fathers friends out of the house one night because he made the mistake of taking his hat off to smack her and chase her out of a chair where he wanted to sit. She ran right up his arm and was going for his eyes before I could snatch her away. He wiped the blood away from his cheek and sat down in the chair thinking it was over,but she was pissed and started dancing around the chair up on her toes,and growling at him. After than he refused to even come in the house unless we locked the cat away in the bathroom.
