ATTACK OF THE KILLER ROOSTER

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Andrew and I traveled down to small-town Utah to visit Erin (Andrew's sis), meet her fiance, and photograph them some engagement pictures.
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Our first morning there, I woke at dawn to the sounds of cows and roosters, and went outside to explore.

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The rising sun made for beautiful lighting to take pictures.

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And it was a perfect, peaceful morning.
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As I was concentrating on taking this rustic shot...

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...I spotted a rooster, casually pecking the ground nearby.

Oh, what a cute, little rooster! I crooned.

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How embarrassingly naive, I was.

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The next time I took my eye from the view finder, the rooster was puttering around right at my feet.

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Hi, wittle guy! I cried.

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It was at about this time, however, before I had any time to defend myself, that the rooster unexpectedly--and unjustifiably--attacked me. He ran at full speed ahead, wings outstretched, and with fire in his eyes.

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I am ashamed to say that I, Rachel Ashmore, ran for my life...from a rooster. I mean, what if he had...pecked me? It wasn't until I had clambered into the bed of a truck for safety, that he crowed in triumph and wandered away. And I'm even more ashamed to say that this series of events happened a second time when I thought he had gone.

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Back in the house, after the humiliating story was shared, I was informed in all seriousness by 10-year-old Whitney:

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"The rooster's name is Buddy"

*long dramatic pause*

"...but he's no buddy."

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Next time I come to visit, I'm wearing my heavy stomping boots.

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Anyway, rooster hatred aside, awesome engagement pictures coming soon! Plus...wait til you see the cute kids attached to this marriage deal. (I'm going to be an auntie again!)

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