We have two separate groups of chickens and one rooster in each group. Roosters are strange little creatures. They can really be deadly and are always to be respected, if not feared. Bad roosters will “flog” (attack you with their feet/spurs and flap their wings at you) and the spurring can often result in serious cuts.
Any time a rooster makes me uncomfortable, he’s history. We currently have one rooster I do not like. I will not go inside the run with that rooster and when I go out to get eggs, I get eggs without going into the run but if I don’t see him out in the run, I am not even opening that egg door because I know he’s inside the coop. He doesn’t bother Vince but sometimes, if I walk by their area and he thinks I’m not watching him, he’ll fly at the fence like he’s trying to get me. I do not like him and apparently, it’s very mutual.
When I take treats over to them and dump them into the pen, he comes running over and gets his share first . . with total disregard to the hens.
We had one rooster . . Wilbur’s brother, in fact. When I was out in the orchard, where those chickens run loose, he would constantly walk up to me and bump me. Every third or fourth step I took, he’d try to hit me. I always had to keep a big stick with me and on the few times I thought I could make it in and out of there without a stick, I’d always wish I had brought one with me when I’d see him heading toward me. I told Vince I was afraid of him and the next day, he was gone!
This is Wilbur. If there was ever a prince of a rooster, it would be Wilbur. No matter what I bring out to them, no matter how much he likes it, he stands back and waits for the hens to get all they want before he gets any. Sometimes, I’ll try to call him over separately and give him a treat and he will never eat it til he is certain the hens are finished.
I can see those chickens from my knitting chair. They are in a 1-1/2″ acre fenced in area. When something scares them, they always run back to the coop. They can get under the coop, or there’s a clump of trees near there that they like to hide under. I saw the chickens go running from the far corner of the yard to the coop. Wilbur was about 1/3 way from the back of the pack. He was running slower and kept looking back and when he was sure all the hens were in front of him and he was the “tail” of the line, he began running faster. His first priority is always making sure the hens are safe.
I think it’s so neat the way good roosters perform. The sad thing is that Wilbur is getting old. If I took a picture of him today, he’d be much lighter/grayer than the photo shown above which was taken several years ago. I hope he lives a lot longer!