Good to see Apache doing well! I had a Rooster display similar symptoms when he was young once, set him up in his own area & he recovered. When a hen goes lame it is sometimes a calcium or selenium deficiency, but although I did give my boy vitamins, I can only guess that he had a type of seizure. He is 3 yrs old now & never had any more seizures or any illness. He is a Buff Orpington boy, Romeo.
I had another Rooster, Rocky, my Barred Rock, for 9 yrs & he was the only one that ever tried to spur me. He hated the mere sight of any feet or walking legs, so long pants & knee high muck boots protected my legs. He eventually calmed down. I used the "scoop him up fast & carry him tucked under my arm doing chores 1 handed in his area" method...it worked. He was always feisty in Spring, those hormones, I guess. He became more calm & tolerated my feet in his turf by age 4. He never really hurt me, it actually became a game we played & he always seemed shocked when I did not run From him, but rather came Towards him & scooped him up so fast. Despite the fact that I did this every single time, he seemed surprised. He grumbled when I'd sit down with him on my lap & even try to bite my arm but all he got was a mouthful of my sleeve. I'd pet him, then he'd relax & enjoy my fussing over him, checking him over for mites & start to make sweet sounds as I pet him, preen new feathers very gently & talk softly to him. I'd even sing to him as I entered "his coop" lol, so he'd shoot me a stinkeye look then prance away, tail bouncing, without coming after me, he'd see the little shovel & bucket & knew I'm here to scoop his poop.
Rocky was a big boy & lived til the Lord took him. I actually miss that ornery bugger.
I suspect you've grown more attached to Apache than you let on & I'm here to tell ya, you seem to have gotten to know eachother & have settled in...like he is Home & you're OK with his occasional "moods" because after all, he is a Rooster & has to appear as "tough guy" as possible in front of his hens. 
I had another Rooster, Rocky, my Barred Rock, for 9 yrs & he was the only one that ever tried to spur me. He hated the mere sight of any feet or walking legs, so long pants & knee high muck boots protected my legs. He eventually calmed down. I used the "scoop him up fast & carry him tucked under my arm doing chores 1 handed in his area" method...it worked. He was always feisty in Spring, those hormones, I guess. He became more calm & tolerated my feet in his turf by age 4. He never really hurt me, it actually became a game we played & he always seemed shocked when I did not run From him, but rather came Towards him & scooped him up so fast. Despite the fact that I did this every single time, he seemed surprised. He grumbled when I'd sit down with him on my lap & even try to bite my arm but all he got was a mouthful of my sleeve. I'd pet him, then he'd relax & enjoy my fussing over him, checking him over for mites & start to make sweet sounds as I pet him, preen new feathers very gently & talk softly to him. I'd even sing to him as I entered "his coop" lol, so he'd shoot me a stinkeye look then prance away, tail bouncing, without coming after me, he'd see the little shovel & bucket & knew I'm here to scoop his poop.
Rocky was a big boy & lived til the Lord took him. I actually miss that ornery bugger.I suspect you've grown more attached to Apache than you let on
& I'm here to tell ya, you seem to have gotten to know eachother & have settled in...like he is Home & you're OK with his occasional "moods" because after all, he is a Rooster & has to appear as "tough guy" as possible in front of his hens.
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