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Improve? Depends on how you define it.
I remember once my friend, Hal, and I were out in the sticks trying to track down a land owner. As we stood just off the porch of a house, waiting for someone to answer the door, a big ol' cock sidled around the corner of the house. I saw him right off; he looked kind of like a wheaten male game.
As soon as he saw us, here he comes, doing the sideways walk and hunkering down, wings twitching.
"Man, what is that?" Hal hissed. "And what is it doing??" His eyes were wide, as he moved a little behind me.
"Who? Him?... that's a rooster, bubba! He's about to pummel us for intruding around here. He probably has some hens near'bouts...."
"Whaaaaaat?! Pummel us?? What'll we do!?" Hal was getting pretty worked up.
"What do you mean, DO? 'Aint you never seen a rooster before?" I asked.
Hal admitted he had not - at least not up close.
"Boy, I'll tell you what you do. You show him your foot! You're wearing tough jeans and tougher boots. Give him a dose, if he comes to close."
Well, the cock spared poor Hal any further terror and moved off a few feet, just out of striking distance. The bird never took his eyes from us.
No one was home, so we left. I said ought to we come back later, on the return trip home. Hal eyed the cock one last time and suggested that wouldn't be necessary - we were probably knocking on the wrong door, anyway....
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I'd say your cock is doing pretty good. We assume they're "mean," but they know nothing of such things. It is we who get our noses out of joint.
The cock, for his part, is protecting his territory, his hens and asserting dominance. In his world that is the key to his survival.
Now, the original poster had what could only be called a maniac cock- he is probably best done away with.
But imagine if we did away with all "mean" roos and only allowed whiny little milquetoast roos in our flocks? We could give them little boxes to hide in whenever the local hawk came around; we might revel as they were beaten down by any hen who happened by. What would become of our beloved breeds then?
Keep in mind what a cocks job is. Sounds like yours is doing his.
Improve? Depends on how you define it.
I remember once my friend, Hal, and I were out in the sticks trying to track down a land owner. As we stood just off the porch of a house, waiting for someone to answer the door, a big ol' cock sidled around the corner of the house. I saw him right off; he looked kind of like a wheaten male game.
As soon as he saw us, here he comes, doing the sideways walk and hunkering down, wings twitching.
"Man, what is that?" Hal hissed. "And what is it doing??" His eyes were wide, as he moved a little behind me.
"Who? Him?... that's a rooster, bubba! He's about to pummel us for intruding around here. He probably has some hens near'bouts...."
"Whaaaaaat?! Pummel us?? What'll we do!?" Hal was getting pretty worked up.
"What do you mean, DO? 'Aint you never seen a rooster before?" I asked.
Hal admitted he had not - at least not up close.
"Boy, I'll tell you what you do. You show him your foot! You're wearing tough jeans and tougher boots. Give him a dose, if he comes to close."
Well, the cock spared poor Hal any further terror and moved off a few feet, just out of striking distance. The bird never took his eyes from us.
No one was home, so we left. I said ought to we come back later, on the return trip home. Hal eyed the cock one last time and suggested that wouldn't be necessary - we were probably knocking on the wrong door, anyway....
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I'd say your cock is doing pretty good. We assume they're "mean," but they know nothing of such things. It is we who get our noses out of joint.
The cock, for his part, is protecting his territory, his hens and asserting dominance. In his world that is the key to his survival.
Now, the original poster had what could only be called a maniac cock- he is probably best done away with.
But imagine if we did away with all "mean" roos and only allowed whiny little milquetoast roos in our flocks? We could give them little boxes to hide in whenever the local hawk came around; we might revel as they were beaten down by any hen who happened by. What would become of our beloved breeds then?
Keep in mind what a cocks job is. Sounds like yours is doing his.
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