What Are the Odds? Snick!
["The rooster was hit hard and popped his solar panel"]
The noise and my wits settled quickly and I surveyed the damage. The rooster was planted beak-deep in my lawn and the nervous squirrel sat atop a fence rail licking its wounds. Never had I seen such a desperate and hilarious encounter between metal and living beast.
["Send me in, Coach!"]
Round Two followed shortly thereafter while I worked inside my backyard shop. Rooster - 2. Squirrel - no score. I then took my staple gun out to the feeder - snick, snick, snick, snick (the sound of stapling metal feet to a wooden roof) - and made the rooster's guard duty a permanent arrangement.
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