Got Flogged by A rooster tonight

[cmom]

When a Rooster attacks you you have to stand your ground. I had one that attacked me and I gave him a boot clear across my yard with the side of my foot and he went ass over applecart across the yard. A couple of days later he tried it again so I booted him again. After that he hasn't tried it again. If you chase them with a broom then they will be afraid of the broom and not you so the broom becomes the alpha not you. Also if you can pick the rooster up and take hold his comb and pull his head down until it touches his chest. Do not let his head up until he relaxes then let his head come back up and repeat and as long as he is resistant with his head down in his chest just hold it there until he quits resisting. Do this until you can put his head down without him resisting. This shows him that you are the alpha. I have had a lot of roosters and it works. Also if the Roo does this to another member of the family the process has to be repeated until he recognizes that person too as an alpha. This has worked for me and my birds. I had a hen once fly up into my face while I was holding another one of my birds so I did the same with her and she hasn't done it again to me either.

 

[al6517]

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Sounds good, I like it. Ass over applecart

I like that, I too am a boot man myself.

 

[kcwazzu]

My roo Butters tried to attack me this past weekend when I was refilling the feeder. One swift kick and he was hiding behind the hens. Sure enough, as soon as I was outside the run he did his aggresive act through the fence. I was laughing at him for a good 10 minutes. As a back story, even funnier is he has a bald butt because the hens are always picking at his arse, which is how he got his name.

Keith

 

[flowerchild59]

I see no reason to give a roo more than two or three times of a show of aggression. Then he is hung upside down one last time.

 

[Betsy57]

Prince William is wonderful! His gals just love him and follow him around. He is very gentle with them and just the perfect gentleman! Yeah Prince!

It was hard to kill Jack but trying to curb his aggressive behavior just wasn't working. Worked with him 3 weeks and finally had it. Glad I have a Prince now.

M.sue :

Prince William.....love the name!! Hopefully he doesn't have any bad habits formed!! lol​

 

[Beekissed]

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Now...don't you know that could kill him??

I agree with this....I don't normally school any animal more than twice for the same infraction. Third time is strike three and you are OUT! Period.

 

[Elbowmarie]

perfecto- I'm going to wait till there are no neighbours around - they think I'm crazy already, I don't want "animal abuser" added to the list... note: no abuse, just giving back what's been given... BY A CHICKEN!!!

gave him a boot clear across my yard with the side of my foot and he went ass over applecart across the yard.

I'm stealing "ass over applecart" for my own use! too funny.​

 

[Tres Amigas]

This is not new thread stuff, this is the stuff of this thread's nightmares.... I remember my glee early on in this thread; reading the exploits of the brave-yet-dangerous Sir Al, as he courageously fought the ongoing battle with his vicious and half-mad rooster for the hearts and minds of his entire flock.... and laughing all the while, secure in the knowledge that I would never be put in such a position with my flockett of 3 egg hens. Not foo foo chickens, per se, but having been raised kindly and with probably more attention than a flock of, say 500. For the past near two years we've had a satisfying relationship, the girls and I; they providing me with eggs and I providing them with everything they need to provide me with eggs. All was well in the valley. I ruled over my chicken yard kindly yet firmly, not unlike I imagine Beekissed, striding confidently amongst my subjects. Imagine my surprise when, today, one of those ungrateful little ragamuffins (yes, they're moulting) gave my shoe a decided peck as I was changing out their water. Then again. And yet again, until she was pecking both my shoes like she meant it. Shocked, I yelled "Hey - knock it off!" or some such and fairly gently pushed her back with my foot. Like something out of the "Alien" franchise, she came at me with a vengeance. Meanwhile, the other two scrammed into the run after the half cabbage I desperately pitched in there in an effort to distract my attacker, apparently uninterested in participating or even watching the horrors to follow. Back and forth we went - her coming after my shoes and me attempting to chastise her into submission while using ever increasing force to shake her off and get her into the run - she increasingly agitated and me flinging horrible words at her along with my feet, frantically trying to recall the words and advice of this thread. By this time she had teeth grown wonderously long and sharp. I attempted to channel either Sir Al or Queen Bee as my breath came in ragged gasps, but they were both apparently out in their own chicken yards and unavailable for comment. Now engaged in my own desperate struggle to survive, I finally gave her a goodly boot into the run and slammed the door behind her, where she immediately went to the cabbage to get her share. Shaken (but not stirred), I retreated to the kitchen for a well earned and badly needed something in a glass. Bad karma? Kismet? A HEN, I ASK YOU??? Did I alter the course of history by my pure enjoyment of this thread lo these many days and my smugness of heart for thinking I would never end up a chicken battler? Is that valkyrie of a hen transforming into the rooster of my worst nightmares?? Chicken PMS compounded by moult??? As I walked away, I flung back over my shoulder, "...end up at Aunt Bee's - those girls'll use you for butt wipe..."

Ima get that girrrl tomorrow if she so much as looks sideways at me. She better come with an apology. Sniff.

 

[al6517]

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LOL now that was a good story, worthy of mention. I admire your patience and resolve, and yes molting hen's with chicken PMS can be nearly as tough to deal with as a testosterone filled rooster. On behalf of myself and my good friend Beekissed we kindly appreciate the Homage. Yeah I bet your looking forward to tomorrow to see if you have to administer yet another.... well........ counseling session. Keep us posted on your progress and forthcoming success.

 

[Tres Amigas]

Thank you, Al. It pales in comparison to your epic battle which is the subject of this thread, nevertheless, it seems as though my "chickens have come home to roost." It is my sincere hope that I've taken the wind out of her sails, so to speak, yet I have a palpable foreboding that this may not be the case. Tomorrow will tell if she is, indeed, in need of an additional erm... "counseling session." So be it. I shall double my fee and, worst case, she'll be reporting the sordid details tomorrow. We shall see. Interesting turn of events, huh? Homage where homage is due and all that.

"...getting on toward soup weather..." she muttered under her breath.

edited to include who I was responding to. Duh.