I had to laugh as I read this thread. Last year we bought 6 straight run silkie chicks of which FOUR turned out to be Roos--the neighbors started calling our house the Rooster Ranch.
Because of predators, everyone was kept in the garage at night, allowed to free range while their day pen was prepared and then carried to an outdoor day pen that moved around the yard so that they had fresh weeds/hugs for foraging every day.
One roo was obvious at a very early age. Didn't want anything to do with us and bossed the other chicks. Another roo--a gorgeous one that we hoped was a hen but was the second to start crowing--was standoffish but stayed nearby. My young sons became horribly distressed when Boss started after the hens and would yell and chase him away from the girls. A wiser person told me that it was too many roosters for the number of hens and that we needed to protect the hens, so as we saw the cockerels try to mount the hens, we switched them to a separate bachelor cage/pen. When transferring the chickens to the pens I would always start with Boss first because he was the hardest to catch. If he made me run too much, I would tuck him under my arm and carry him around as I did chores as his 'punishment" while chastising him all the while. Then one day I put his favorite hen in the pen first and Boss raced to his enclosure (which was next to hers). Duh. After that we had a pact: if he went willingly to the cage/pen so that I didn't have to waste time chasing him, then I wouldn't embarrass him in front of everyone by lugging him around like a doll.
The number two roo would follow Boss and they would typically have a chest-bumping contest but then settle down. The other Roos never challenged either Boss or Princess (remember we thought he was a girl because he was so pretty) and simply followed Boss. The bachelor pad was pretty quiet except for all the crowing.
Because I thought Princess was a hen, I had tried really hard to tame him but he always preferred to stand a little ways off and just listen to me--never chattered back like the hens did (which should have been a clue). After he started crowing and filled out nicely into a big beautiful roo, he seemed to still prefer to be at arms length away from me. Then one day I realized that he was scratching the ground and showing ME the best bugs! Like I was his favorite hen!
Unfortunately I never got a chance to see if the Roos were going to become meanies or stay relatively nice. A raccoon got all 4 of the Roos over the past year in a series of daytime raids (I thought I only had to worry about hawks during the day).
Never thought I'd say this but I do miss those roosters. What distinct personalities they had!