My best rooster is some type of mixed-breed --- I'm just guessing he's a red sexlink/brown leghorn mix, from his looks and his sons, --- and he is the sweetest boy possible--until you bring out the chicken spray bottle.
Then he goes insane. My mother used to spray him with it, so I guess he has bad memories even though we love each other and he knows I wouldn't hurt him and he's never hurt me, even though he knows he could, any time he wanted. He's got... I think it's three-inch spurs? And he's huge. But he's incredible. Old man's earned his retirement.


That's his daughter I'm holding ^
The worst roosters I've come across have been my mother's, (he's evil, he tries to spur you in the face if you go to catch him,) he's one of the not-often-occuring sons of my rooster who comes up with a bad disposition; and a buff Orpington who was such an incredible sissy that the hens would beat him around.

That's his daughter I'm holding ^

The worst roosters I've come across have been my mother's, (he's evil, he tries to spur you in the face if you go to catch him,) he's one of the not-often-occuring sons of my rooster who comes up with a bad disposition; and a buff Orpington who was such an incredible sissy that the hens would beat him around.