Yikes, referring to the need for safety glasses. But in all seriousness, I was thinking about that just the other day when schmoozing with the young bachelor cockerals the other day. They're all big enough now to be able to reach my eyes when they perch on my thighs when I'm sitting, yet they've all turned out to be good eggs and I trust them to keep their beaks to themselves. Other cockerals in the past I haven't trusted that way...and they're the ones I normally wound up raising for roasters and butchering in the fall. I guess it's the same as with dogs. All those teeth right next to your face, yet some dogs you're comfortable with getting up close and personal, and others...ugh...you just get a bad vibe off them and want to keep them at arm's length even if they don't do a thing that's outwardly aggressive or threatening. At least it's easier to recycle bad-vibe chickens. The untrustworthy dogs...not so much.
I confess that every time I see a dominant chicken score a direct hit on a subordinate chicken's skull, I think of that Far Side cartoon with the cut line about the coconut-like sound of heads colliding. Because that's exactly what it sounds like. Klonk!