This is a long post. Sorry. I have a rooster. His name is Angel but it should be Satan. He is the fifth rooster that I have had in 18 years. Of the other four, two were nice (one I hatched, one raised by a hen) and two were mean (got those as newborns). On the day Angel was born, I saved his life many times. After trying to hatch for 24 hours, I opened a hole in his egg because he was dying (air cell too small). He still couldn't get out so I literally hatched him in my hand. Then, he couldn't stand so I had to give him a warm bath to get stuck yolk off so he could move. Then, when he was in the brooder, the three girls tossed him out in the cold so I had to put him back in the incubator. After I removed most of the moisture sources, the temperature spiked, and he almost got cooked. Anyway, he owes me, doesn't he?
He was born last April, and now he considers me his biggest enemy. He is big, an Easter egger, tall and strong. After a few beatings, I now bring an old snow shovel in with me to gently push him away from me. This morning though, as I held the shovel in my left hand and bent down with my right hand and put the food down (food he should be grateful for), he pummeled my right arm, and I got an instant hematoma. I bruise easily (doctors can't figure out why as all tests are normal) so it's going to be a bad one. I close the chickens in a 6'x'6 house during the night (foxes dug in the run years ago so now I'm paranoid but also to keep in the warmth). They have a huge run. I paid $20,000 (yes, you read that right!) for a massive new chicken run with a walkway on top to get sticks off the top. The run went from 112 square feet to 317 square feet. I have a 7' sliding board that was supposed to be put on but never was. And, they were supposed to make a small house and quarantine run for rooster(s) or chick(s) but they never finished. On their last day, they left the fence loose on top, and I was not happy. They blamed me ("you wanted us to risk our lives in the rain?") instead of offering to fix things so I got rid of the only contractor that I trusted. So, the quarantine was never made. My brother, who moved out in 1998, has forbidden me to spend any more money saying his evil (his words, not just mine) wife wants it all, and his daughter so I must never spend my money or my father's because it's really theirs. Anyway, how do I protect myself from Angel? After he went after me, it was my natural animal instinct to strike back and want to hurt him. I don't want to kill him in a fit of anger. I understand it's not his fault. It's either his genetic programming or God depending on your belief. Do I need a little tank to drive in there? I have three frizzle hens. I have dresses on two of them because he tears them up pretty good (partly because he's so big). I expect they'll go broody soon, and I may let them have some babies. Without a quarantine, how do I protect the babies if he (or one of the other hens) turns on the babies which I've had happen before. What do I do with Angel's sons? They will try to kill each other as did a father and son I had before. In that case, I kept the father in a tiny little area for the rest of his life (it was not a good situation). Also, I am never going to "get rid of him" or eat him. I may not like him but he's still my son. Aside from advice to kill him or get rid of him, do you have other advice? Aside from his jumping the girls and trying to kill me, he's otherwise a good boy. He likes to tell the girls about food he's found. I never feel all is right with the world if I don't hear a rooster crow at dawn. Why can't he be sweet like my last rooster? I used to hug him!
He was born last April, and now he considers me his biggest enemy. He is big, an Easter egger, tall and strong. After a few beatings, I now bring an old snow shovel in with me to gently push him away from me. This morning though, as I held the shovel in my left hand and bent down with my right hand and put the food down (food he should be grateful for), he pummeled my right arm, and I got an instant hematoma. I bruise easily (doctors can't figure out why as all tests are normal) so it's going to be a bad one. I close the chickens in a 6'x'6 house during the night (foxes dug in the run years ago so now I'm paranoid but also to keep in the warmth). They have a huge run. I paid $20,000 (yes, you read that right!) for a massive new chicken run with a walkway on top to get sticks off the top. The run went from 112 square feet to 317 square feet. I have a 7' sliding board that was supposed to be put on but never was. And, they were supposed to make a small house and quarantine run for rooster(s) or chick(s) but they never finished. On their last day, they left the fence loose on top, and I was not happy. They blamed me ("you wanted us to risk our lives in the rain?") instead of offering to fix things so I got rid of the only contractor that I trusted. So, the quarantine was never made. My brother, who moved out in 1998, has forbidden me to spend any more money saying his evil (his words, not just mine) wife wants it all, and his daughter so I must never spend my money or my father's because it's really theirs. Anyway, how do I protect myself from Angel? After he went after me, it was my natural animal instinct to strike back and want to hurt him. I don't want to kill him in a fit of anger. I understand it's not his fault. It's either his genetic programming or God depending on your belief. Do I need a little tank to drive in there? I have three frizzle hens. I have dresses on two of them because he tears them up pretty good (partly because he's so big). I expect they'll go broody soon, and I may let them have some babies. Without a quarantine, how do I protect the babies if he (or one of the other hens) turns on the babies which I've had happen before. What do I do with Angel's sons? They will try to kill each other as did a father and son I had before. In that case, I kept the father in a tiny little area for the rest of his life (it was not a good situation). Also, I am never going to "get rid of him" or eat him. I may not like him but he's still my son. Aside from advice to kill him or get rid of him, do you have other advice? Aside from his jumping the girls and trying to kill me, he's otherwise a good boy. He likes to tell the girls about food he's found. I never feel all is right with the world if I don't hear a rooster crow at dawn. Why can't he be sweet like my last rooster? I used to hug him!