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I purchased a very sweet bantam partridge cockerel from a young gal at the county fair this past summer and had a wonderful time with him for several months. He was wonderful to handle of course, since she worked with him constantly getting him ready for the fair show and exhibition. After I got him home, I held him a lot and rolled his head feather sheaths to unwrap them, he would go to sleep and his little head would hang over my arm. I thought, awwwww isn't this adorable he's going to be just the sweetest little roo, I'll never part with him.
Well..................
Sexual maturity has a way of changing everything. He turned into a little monster
and I don't use that term lightly. I had been on a long hard search for a hen for him and finally found one. She had been in "quarantine" for some time, and I then put her next to his pen so they could become accustomed to each other. I observed them sleeping next to each other up against the fence, so I thought, "Well they look like little lovers ready to meet. This will go smoothly."
OMG that poor hen. He was out to rape her. He was not taking NO for an answer. I was trying to let them work it out, but 15 min. into I heard the most blood curdling sound come from the pen and I went running over there to find the hen backed in a corner under a perch and he was looking for an opening. Needless to say I took her out.
Well the long and the short of it........
It took a long time of discipline with him
and depriving him of the girls if he got out of line with them before he got to the point where he was an acceptable roo. He did make it though............with them. However, he was treacherous with me. There were no out and out attacks, of course I knew better than to try to take one of the hens from him, but when I would go in to catch him, he was no longer my little baby that liked to be picked up. I had to
CATCH him, and invariably, at some point, while I was holding him, usually when my guard was down and I wasn't paying attention, he would bite. I not talking about a little pinch, I'm talking about drawing blood if he could get a hold of skin, and if he couldn't get skin and had to go through a shirt sleeve, it would leave a sizable blood blister. Of course I'd grab his beak, or his wattles and scold him, all time him battin' his eyes like a toad in a hail storm. That was it though, once only each time and then I could go on and do whatever need to be done, but I could be assured he'd do it again the next time.
I don't have him anymore. I warned the new owner and she was OK with it, so I have no guilt.
He's not every roo that's handled a lot, but when I saw your post, it jumped out at me. He definitely did an about face when he matured. I think if you're going to spoil a bird, you're better off to do it with a hen maybe.