I got into chickens with no intention of keeping any roosters, but after reading on this forum the information about roos, i decided to give it a try. I kept two roos out of ten, leaving eight hens. The guy who "stepped up to the plate" was NOT the guy I had my eye on, however he definately applied for and assumed the job. The guy I had thought I was going to keep is quitely maintaining the "second place".
The main roo has quietly worked his way into my heart, and I am so thankful considering all I hear about the nasty roosters. I've always tried to be "dominate" when in the coop and yard, but in all honesty, I could simply be just plain lucky. Both my guys are respectful and polite when I am around; the head roo actually takes treats very, very gently from my hands. The hens of course, grab and peck like crazy!! LOL!
We were working out in the yard today and our 89# German Shepherd was walking toward the chicken yard. Falcon (the dog) was not threatening - he has been hit by the electric fence two times which was enough to convince him chickens are no fun. However, the Roo did not know this and immediately called his hens to get behind him and put himself between Falcon and the gals. He had the look of "go ahead fur ball, make my day". I was so tickled with my feisty roo!!!
So for all the horror (justifiably) stories of guys gone bad, I have to say, I love my roos! As soon as my "younger flock" of gals gets old enough, I'm moving the second roo over to them and hope he steps up to the plate as well.
The main roo has quietly worked his way into my heart, and I am so thankful considering all I hear about the nasty roosters. I've always tried to be "dominate" when in the coop and yard, but in all honesty, I could simply be just plain lucky. Both my guys are respectful and polite when I am around; the head roo actually takes treats very, very gently from my hands. The hens of course, grab and peck like crazy!! LOL!
We were working out in the yard today and our 89# German Shepherd was walking toward the chicken yard. Falcon (the dog) was not threatening - he has been hit by the electric fence two times which was enough to convince him chickens are no fun. However, the Roo did not know this and immediately called his hens to get behind him and put himself between Falcon and the gals. He had the look of "go ahead fur ball, make my day". I was so tickled with my feisty roo!!!
So for all the horror (justifiably) stories of guys gone bad, I have to say, I love my roos! As soon as my "younger flock" of gals gets old enough, I'm moving the second roo over to them and hope he steps up to the plate as well.
