My roo pecked my feet, hard. Hackles up, not a "give me a treat" peck. He sometimes went for my hand or tried to spur my legs.
I tried:
Keeping him at bay with a stick. This mostly worked, but he'd get around it at times.
Holding him down. Hard to catch him for this because he was fast and I'm slow.
Wearing jeans, gloves, and sturdy shoes so that he would learn he couldn't hurt me and hopefully give up.
One day he came up behind me and spurred the back of my legs. I was wearing jeans, so he didn't hurt me.
Two nights ago, he died. I think he had a heart attack, as his comb was purple-ish. His head was at a weird angle too, so maybe he broke his neck when he fell.
He was handsome, and I miss hearing him crow, miss seeing him with the ladies. But I don't miss him.
I tried:
Keeping him at bay with a stick. This mostly worked, but he'd get around it at times.
Holding him down. Hard to catch him for this because he was fast and I'm slow.
Wearing jeans, gloves, and sturdy shoes so that he would learn he couldn't hurt me and hopefully give up.
One day he came up behind me and spurred the back of my legs. I was wearing jeans, so he didn't hurt me.
Two nights ago, he died. I think he had a heart attack, as his comb was purple-ish. His head was at a weird angle too, so maybe he broke his neck when he fell.
He was handsome, and I miss hearing him crow, miss seeing him with the ladies. But I don't miss him.