Well, hubby liked this cockerel ... plus the cockerel never tested hubby, just me. I had told hubby if that little ****head flared at me again, he'd be dinner. I meant it. I should not need a chair and bullwhip to go get eggs. My grown GLW rooster, Feyd, is on thin ice with hubby, although he's never given me the least bit of trouble. Feyd does seem to have settled down a bit since we moved him out into a tractor on grass.Flaring at me once gets the death sentence here, I put up w/ an aggressive roo when we first started, had to bring a weapon in w/ me every time I was in the chicken part of the yard, never again!