Get rid of him Lanae - you will have your place back and you will feel so much better!!!!!!! I know. I just did this and wow - what a relief!
I lost my two Marans roosters at the beginning of this breeding season (the world's two sweetest boys, honestly, there are none sweeter than those two were). I had a waiting list a mile long for Marans chicks and no roosters. I called a breeder who lives three hrs away - a very, very serious Marans guy who's birds are THE REAL THING. I was so delighted, SO DELIGHTED that he had two roosters he was willing to sell me. I drove out the next day, a six hr round trip to pick up these two new, gorgeous, stunning, magnificent roosters. I was so excited to bring these high pedigreed boys into my lines.
Yeah, well, until the EVIL one made me regret the very day I thought I liked chocolate colored eggs. I have had mean roosters. I have calmed mean roosters many times. I had never dreamed that a rooster could be this inherently rotten. He would charge the fence line, attacking it if I walked by. I would not open the pen without him charging the door and trying to spur me. I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt - a new move, he had been raised by a man and now I was a woman intruding in his world, etc..... I would scoop him up and walk around with him, talking softly, telling him how much I desperately wanted him to settle in. All the while he would be tearing holes in my jacket with his nasty beak and spurring my side. I really wondered if it was possible for chickens to contract rabies - he seemed rabid at times.
I tried everything! I had spent so much money on him and driven such a long way and he was such a beautiful rooster. But the day came when he bloodied up my shins through my heavy duty blue jeans. I walked into the house and showed my husband who said "No rooster like that is going to live here." Walked out, grabbed the boy up and wrung his neck. I have never seen my husband do anything like this before. He always shakes after shooting a chicken because he hates so much to have to do so. But not this time. I grabbed a glass of wine and he grabbed a beer and we went out and sat in our yard looking out over our peaceful flock of chickens and just felt GOOD.
There is no point to raising nasty roosters when the world is so full of good ones.