I was getting spurred by roosters at the age of 8 back in the 50's. I got so I hated roosters. This was on our hobby farm in Milaca, Minnesota. My Dad would take me outside and say, "Which one was it?" I would point him out, and to my great satisfaction, whoop, another rooster done gone. My mother could do Southern fried chicken like no one I've ever known. Thanks Mom.
Now I l am retired in Monticello, KY. A year and half back I forgot how much I hate roosters and ordered 25 chicks free run. For the longest time I thought this was going to be a piece of cupcake. But then they turned 1 year old. Pretty soon my wife was scared to go outside. I was kinda attached to the rotten little deamons, so I hated doing them in. A friend (who thought he knew chickens) came over to take some roosters off my hands. He thought they would make playmates for his 3 German Shepherds. I warned him that these roosters would terrorize those dogs and send them whimpering He laughed. I told him, my Redbone Coonhound is afraid of them. He made some crack about Coonhounds not being equal to Shepherds. I bit my lip and didn't say anything. I figured I'd let him learn for himself.
I have a mix of chickens. The Light Brahma roosters are gorgeous and peaceful. Them I will keep. The deamons are the Silver Laced Wyandotte roosters. Satan's spawn.
So Rob, my friend, comes over. The Wyandotte roosters spot Rob and decide he's fresh meat. For the time being they will leave me and Jethro (my brave Redbone) alone and give their full attention to Rob. Rob, being a man amongst men, wasn't skeered. He tried chasing the Wyandottes away. Now animals seem to understand a challenge quite well. They didn't even wait to take turns. They attacked Rob enmasse. After me and Jethro saved Rob, he's going, "To heck with that! Those chickens are nuts!".
Rob left without any roosters. He didn't say much after that except that he's pretty sure they were diseased or something.
PS: I no longer have Wyandotte roosters.
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