Thanks @micstrachan @LCG Chicken Coop @Shadrach and @ValerieJ He’s been a trial, but is worth it, and I haven’t had to threaten him with the “Coq au vin” for months...

As for separation; when the more Dominant Cockerel, Mr Marans, was chasing and pecking him mercilessly one morning, I automatically assumed he was the aggressor, and rushed my sweet little Chickie Hawk out of there. Remember, I had 6 pullets and 6 (edit: 7) Cockerels coming into their teens in one 6x12 tractor with not a lot of hiding places or cover. During winter. And a second tractor with 4 pullets and 9 cockerels a month behind them. So I whisked Chickie Hawk to the safety of the barn, allied a little Blu kote and love and put him in with 3 older rehab hens. Sadly, this was just not enough for the hormonal boy. So yes, I sort of separated him.
About a month later I pulled the girls out of tractor 2, put them in with Mr Marans, and the other boys all got a bachelor pad tractor, as I worked on thinning the group down. The guys I kept all eventually got their own flocks... but I’m not meaning to hijack @BY Bob’s thread too much... I’ve got most of this over here on my thread https://www.backyardchickens.com/threads/kristen’s-chickens-and-farming-ventures.1295522/post-21074628

Feel free to ignore/skim over all the ranting about my FIL and our ever-so-slowly progressing house build. And that red mark on my left cheek in the third pic of the first post? That is from when I realized my darling little guy wasn’t quite so sweet anymore.
 
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I’m thinking I’m going to work on getting some more decent pictures of the all the boys then doing some little bio posts over on my own much neglected thread... the short version is:

Chickie Hawk was my only Olive Egger in my original order of hatching eggs. He was my first assisted hatch, and I agonized over him for a full day after he pipped and started to zip. He was also the most cuddly, friendly, personable chick in the batch. Surely my little Olive egger was a “she”? Eventually I had to admit that Chickie Chickie (named by a local little girl, after her dearly departed chicken) was a he. Then he got pecked on by one of my other Cockerels so I “rescued” my poor little sweet boy.

Turns out he had it coming, he became a total jerk, managed to draw blood biting my face, attacked me regularly and was on the “dinner list” for a long time... he eventually mellowed some, especially after I got him some lady friends of almost his own age. We now have a fairly good relationship, and he’s my current “big daddy chicken”, sire of most of my flock (due to his ladies age for breeding purposes), and his daughter are 50/50 split between Olive eggs and dark brown (not quite Marans dark but pretty deep!)

He’s also gorgeous, when he isn’t molting, and has that classic “Bad Boy” allure I suppose. I love him dearly, and am glad I pushed through his awful teenage and young adult attitude issues.


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He's gorgeous!
 
I do hope this all goes well for you and them Bob.

Thanks Shad. It's not ast all how I envisioned this but here were go. I'm going to learn a lot about behaviors for sure. I've never had a flock where every hen is a different breed before. I am anticipating some issues for sure. Hopefully I am up to this.
 

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