We used to raise a few chickens. One rooster and a bunch of hens. Rooster sometimes charge us when we came in to feed them, but we would just brush it away. Grandmother came to visit one time, got up early and went to feed the chickens before we got up. Rooster charged grandma, who just turned around and shut the gate. Grandma then went into the garage, picked up a hatchet, went back to the coop, grabbed the rooster, and took it to the chopping block. By the time we woke up, it had been cleaned, plucked, and was ready for the roaster. Grandma didn't take any guff from anything, and knew where meat came from.