No joke, that’s how I defended myself on our farm.

Granted I didn’t punt them like that, but I would give them a good healthy kick to push them back if they really got a hair up their ass.

We had five, named after the Marx brothers.

They were generally ornery, occasionally vicious, but we never had a single issue with predators and our chickens.

I never understood why, after years, they NEVER, ever chilled out with me. Fucking assholes.