The game breeds was bred to fight to the death back when cock fighting was allowed. The Blue Hens of Delaware was supposedly some of the best cock fighters.
Oh wow. That sounds bad!
I hope they never hurt anyone.
As far as chickens, Chester's brother Perch nearly killed him. Then a few years later, Chester again nearly got killed by my TSC Silkie rooster Beemer. Chester with Lester, was more of an even match. Chester had years of experience, but Lester had spurs. If I didn't find them in time, I probably would of lost both.
Oh wow! Glad no one got hurt.As far as chickens, Chester's brother Perch nearly killed him. Then a few years later, Chester again nearly got killed by my TSC Silkie rooster Beemer. Chester with Lester, was more of an even match. Chester had years of experience, but Lester had spurs. If I didn't find them in time, I probably would of lost both.
As far as humans, Chester did attack, but he didn't have spurs and he lost a couple of nails. So when he attacked, it felt more like he was giving your ankles a massage.
It was funny. Chester was a great rooster. In fact, he was probably my best one I ever had. When he attacked, I would just pick him up, and he'd be fine. His son Lindbergh on the other hand.... You'd need gloves to pick up him. He was terrible. He'd bite my hand hard. I rehomed him not because he was mean, but because I was keeping his older brother Lester instead. He went with his father, Chester, and his grandmother, Lucille, altogether on Craigslist. Sometime later, the person that got the trio had put Lindbergh back on Craigslist because they couldn't even go outside without him attacking. He was definitely something else: A vicious fighting rooster lacking his father's intelligence.
Oh wow. Guess fighting is just in Their blood. Sorry Chester had to goIt was funny. Chester was a great rooster. In fact, he was probably my best one I ever had. When he attacked, I would just pick him up, and he'd be fine. His son Lindbergh on the other hand.... You'd need gloves to pick up him. He was terrible. He'd bite my hand hard. I rehomed him not because he was mean, but because I was keeping his older brother Lester instead. He went with his father, Chester, and his grandmother, Lucille, altogether on Craigslist. Sometime later, the person that got the trio had put Lindbergh back on Craigslist because they couldn't even go outside without him attacking. He was definitely something else: A vicious fighting rooster lacking his father's intelligence.
Yes. That's what they were bred for way back then. They'd dub them to give them a better chance at winning the fight, but now it's only for show. On the good side, they are very intelligent. My Silver Duckwing Old English Game bantam hens would sneak up on my big Buff Orpingtons, grab their hackles, and got for a ride across the yard while the BO screamed trying to get away. My little Libby was not only queen over the bantams, but of the standards too. Not to mention, I gave my bantams a cage one winter, and they used it to take standard sized hens prisoner and lock them inside. I only had two standard sized hens that could match up to the bantams intelligence. One, Cave II, was even able to outsmart my Silver Duckwing Old English Game bantams to save her flock from them when they took her flock hostage. Unfortunately, though her plan worked, the rest of the standard sized flock wasn't as smart as her, and hide IN the bantams coop. The bantams came back, and into the bantams jail cell those standards were put.Oh wow. Guess fighting is just in Their blood. Sorry Chester had to go
Me too. A few months later I had to rehome the rest of the flock, and I miss them all dearly. They were great birds, and good looking.
