Yeah, yeah, I get it, he's a rooster, he's protecting his girls, doing his job, etc. But I hate him. I hate having to fight him just to get in the pen to give them fresh water, or toss treats, etc. I love my girls and I just want to go out, sit among them, feed them from my hand, and he's ruining it! I just went in for a few minutes this morning to get the waterer and ended up fighting him off for five minutes. I don't enjoy this, and if I can convince my husband to do it for me (he wants to keep him), we'll be enjoying some rooster noodle stew. Dang blasted rooster. Ugh!