Made a tough decision this morning and culled the friendly-but-small Chantecler cockerel with the non-conforming comb.

Broke my heart but I couldn't justify keeping him and, even though I know it was just his hormones as he matured, he was pestering my girls to the point some didn't want to come out of the coop.
What was the most difficult is how much he trusted me; after a bit of fuss when I picked him up, he settled right down in my arms and barely struggled when I put him in position for "the deed". Gonna miss him.