My experience is typical.....
They are all sweet when they are young.....my hens have always been gentle and easy to work with.
Not so with my one and only Rooster, his name was Prince, he was large and Beautiful, watched over his hens, warned them and lead them....
HOWEVER, he attacked my 5 year old, my 12 year old and at 6 months he started to turn on my wife...he wouldn't attack me or when he did I would hold him, or hold him upside down for a spell, then I would gently put him down and he would coyly walk away....with the mental speech to me, " uhhh, I don't want any more of that, I'll leave you alone."
My kids and wife would not, or could not, stand up to him. After about the 6th time I came home from work with my wife in a tizzy and tears in my 5 year's eyes...but this time it was different, my youngest had a dime sized dark bruise and bite mark on his leg.....they are all free range, they roost and are locked up at night, so they are out. He would come running 100 yards across our property just to attack. Sometimes he would sneak attack, I thought watching the 12 year old run terrified across the yard was humorous. ( he plays full pads tackle football for pete's sake !) My wife did not think it was so funny.
Towards the end he took things too far, my house became tears, paranoia and an inability for kids to use the swing or relax in the yard. The brooding experiment would be canceled for Spring.
I calmly and reluctantly bled him out in the killing cone, (after he attacked me that day along with everyone else.)
Now there is Peace in the Valley, the hens even seem not to miss him, the calmness and relaxing atmosphere has returned.
I can't even believe he was the same species, he was a
Pterodactyl, a running, biting menace.
Now we just enjoy the eggs and realize a Rooster at our house was not meant to be.