My Dutch, Zane's younger brother, looks just like his sire, Hawkeye, without the battle scars that his dad had from a previous hard life. Hawkeye was a complete gentleman and would never have hurt me in any way, shape or form. We had quite a bond. When we lost him, I was thrilled to have Zane. Zane became crippled from an accident almost immediately after his dad's death and we were happy to have Dutch coming along then. I'm very sentimental about Hawkeye and Dutch has his best physical qualities. At 8 weeks old, little Dutchie started running over to bite my hand when I picked up one of his little coop-mate girls, testing his boundaries. We'd scoop him up and hold his beak and very quickly, he decided it wasn't worth it and became an exemplary rooster. When we realized there were too many girls for one rooster, we kept Dutch and Zane's baby brother, Mace, but Dutch refused to share. They were always bloody and scabby and the girls were picking at the scabs and they always looked bad. We took Dutch out and put him in the little Firetower coop. When we rehomed Mace and some girls with lockedhearts, we put Dutch back in with his girls every morning and took him out every night so he couldn't be picked at on the roost by the girls. All I had to say was, "Dutchie, come here" and he'd walk up and allow me to pick him up! He was always very good natured, loved to eat out of my hand, etc. One day, as usual, I took Dutch back to the Firetower pen (his comb was healing, but wasn't quite there yet). My DH sometimes would take him and sometimes, I would take him. This day, as soon as I sat him down in the pen, he whirled around and bit me hard on the hand. I was stunned, to say the least. He hadn't bitten me since he was 8 weeks old and by then, he was almost a year and a half old, not the time a rooster becomes aggressive--that usually happens about the time they begin mating the ladies and the hormones are raging. I told my DH, who apparently was not on Dutch's hit list. Later, even after he was back with the girls permanently (within a few days of the bite), he began rushing me. He didn't hit or flog, but he'd run at me, then as I turned, he'd stop. He did it very infrequently, but I was nervous and on guard. Eventually, he quit. Well, lately, he's started up again. The other day, he bumped me from behind with his chest while I was walking the girls back to their pen in the evening. The latest time was this morning as I was walking out to the coops and he was freeranging. He walked up to me and looked at the empty jar I was carrying out to fill it with chick starter. I held it for him to see that I had no goodies and continued walking. As I went past him, he whirled around and hit my leg, just at the moment I turned back to him; he slid in the wet leaves and hit me, whether he intended to or not. I am very saddened by this because he looks like my precious Hawkeye come back to life, but his actions are purely his own now. After breaking my ankle this year sliding on wet leaves in the winter, I do NOT want a repeat of that. If he manages to sneak up and hit me and I lose my balance, I shudder to think what might happen. So, with deep regret, I may have to rehome my Dutch. The girls would be without a rooster for the first time since before we got Hawkeye a few years ago. For some reason, Dutch feels I'm public enemy #1 and I do not keep human-aggressive roosters, though he may never do this to another human being. It's a grudge he's developed against me from the time I had to separate him from his girls. Can't swear he won't ever do it to anyone else, but so far, it's just me, and stems from that specific time period that he in which he was very unhappy and unsettled. I write this to show that there are all types of reasons for a rooster to become aggressive. This is a slightly unusual case, I think. What is in their little minds is a mystery and though we don't want to anthromorphize them too much, I am positive why this began, just not sure why me and not my DH.