Dear God, it was tougher than he had ever imagined. Young chickens flying at him from every direction with only one thought on their minds. He dropped down behind a tree stump panting and trying to figure out how he would make last few metres to safety.
He knew tactics were going to be useless. He was just going to have to run for it and just duck, dive and hope. He slowed his breathing, calmed himself then jumped up and just ran.
The noise was deafening as the young birds flew at him. Jumping, crouching, running he made the fence and slammed the gate behind him. He sank to ground as the young chickens hit the wire mesh.
He'd done it. He'd read about it and seen those films where heroes somehow unbelievably escaped death but be had done it in real life. He had dodged the pullets.
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