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Im the OP, and there are some similarities to our situations. I’ll share my experience. Im no expert, but maybe something I share can be helpful. The “dancing/herding” roo in my post was my first cull (and my favorite chick from that clutch) So I see stand where you are coming from.It would however be my first cull, so I still might like to give him a little more time to prove himself / grow out, so it feels a little more worthwhile, and also that I don't have any reservations that we should have kept him longer.
I raised all 3 of those boys. When they got too mature, I separated them in their own pen. They were around 3ish months, and they hated it. I regret that decision, and wish I’d had the guts to just cull them the moment I knew I needed to separate them. It didn’t seem fair to put them through the stress of separating before culling them, although it did help me recognize that there was no other option. They wouldnt be happy living in that pen for the rest of their lives, and there were too many to be with the flock. So there was no other option.
The dancing rooster never did attack me, but the assertiveness with which he was always in my face made me decide not to keep him. We kept his brother who has so far been more mild-mannered. He lets me touch him, runs to me for treats, and acts a lot like the hens do toward me. I like this relationship (he’s only 6 months so we’ll see how it goes… but so far so good).
My current rooster’s papa was my first experience with a rooster. I thought he was a good boy. He respected me as long as I respected him, but I did have to respect him. I thought we had a good relationship. He only attacked occasionally, and I usually made an excuse for why he did. It was usually my fault. Then spring came around and he stopped respecting me. At this point I wasn’t mentally prepared to cull, and we fortunately found him a new flock. After he was gone I realized what a relief it was. I hadn’t realized how much I was always keeping an eye on him and looking over my should for him or worrying about what color boots or hat I was wearing … I could suddenly go mingle with my girls carefree! And, they started hanging out with me more. Since the roo and I tried to give each other space, that meant I was putting space between myself and my hens. Again, I didn’t realize this until he was gone. Rehoming him turned put to be a much better decision that I’d expected, and I won’t keep a roo like that again.
Although I haven't yet heard someone say, oh yeah, we should have given that dominant cockerel more of a chance... I only ever hear people say they should have gotten rid of him a lot sooner, or that they didn't hesitate to nip it in the bud.
This last part you wrote makes me think you have made your decision, know what you should do, and are working up the nerve to do it. You’ll make the right choice, and you’ll be a stronger chicken mama for it.
