I find the rooster earns his feed in two ways...and if he didn't I would never keep one. He provides me with replacement stock for my layer flock and he polices the flock as they free range. He couldn't withstand any predator attacks, for sure, but he does take his job as flock master pretty seriously and watches the skies and intruders to the area more closely than the hens, sounding an alarm when danger is near.
He has saved young chicks on quite a few occasions by alerting them to danger and I'm always amazed at how quickly the chicks/youngsters pick up on proper bugout procedures in a flock environment. The hawks in my area are probably too lightweight to pick up one of my big gals but, for the half pints, growing up can be a hazardous thing. I've even had one old and smaller RIR roo stand out in the open and challenge a hawk while the rest of the flock were safely under cover. I think that ol' boy must have had a little banty in him...he was that brave.
If I lived in the burbs and could only have a few hens, there would be no way I'd try to keep a rooster.
Happy hens? I don't believe I've had any of them participate in my standard, yearly happiness polls. They all waddle away grumbling about opposable thumbs and pencils, or some such drivel..I don't know what they want, but they have never really commented on the level of their happiness in regards to roo ownership or not and they've had ample opportunity via these polls. Guess the jury's still out on that debate.![]()

Mine have. I can tell you, when I cleared out the last one, they were standing up and clapping! He was rough on the older girls. The young ones, fine, whatever. The old ones he had to chase down and pin and they objected loudly. Their combs and such are still healing.
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