meanest rooster you ever had? pics?

[LarryPQ]

Mine was a splash wheaton ameracana named Cinnabon. He was a Mahonri egg, hatched by AZdesertchicks, given to me for my breeding project. Like all of Mahonri's chickens, he was an extreme lap chicken.

Pretty boy:

And then he got older and didnt like his position in the flock. He tried flogging me a few times, but I hung him upside down and he quit. Then he tried flogging my 4 yr old, who picked him up and embarassed him. I caught him trying to flog my 18 MO child---not once, twice in the same incident---, and he was toast. Plus the stupid thing crowed 15+ times an hour.

He was taaasty.

 

[Thatchickenguy]

I have a RIR roo that i bought one day just cuz i saw him. I live in town with my 3 chicken coops and run. But at the time i had none of that. i bought 2 roosters and oddly that day id been jokingly talking about getting a chicken. i was 16 at the time. That saturday i spent all day building a 4X4 ft. coop. it was small and plain and made from scrap material from the garage. I built a makeshift run and my friend just came over one day and gave me a hen. i kept adding till i had a small flock and built 2 prestine coops. anyway. one rooster was a small show rooster. beautiful and scared of his own shadow. I names him "Sharp". but the other was a big rooster. big spurs. and scary. he is my pride and joy. I hold him all the time, even though he runs he never fights when i catch him. He protects the flock. And he beats on the other roo but at the end of the day they are both cuddled next to eachother on the perch, along with the girls. He has taken on 3 dogs. My girlfriend. and a hawk lol. and i dubbed him "Demon" but he knows who takes care of him. There was one time when he bit me. when i was giving him water. i smacked him so hard he flew and hit the side of the coop. then he got up and looked at me with confusion. He was fine after giving him some treats. I took him to farm animal day at my school once. I was holding him in the AG room. I set him on a perch so he could show everyone how big he was. My best friend was at the other end of the room with a duck that he brought. And next think i know Demon was flying and jumping and running across the room attacking the duck. I have no clue why. He didnt hurt it but he strutted back and jumped on the perch. My ag teacher thought it was hilarious. To this day he still defends the flock and has had 20 sons and daughters. Newley hatched. Mutts, but gorgeous.

 

[mychookschick]

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That is sooo funny! I love it!

I just laughed so hard that I cried! All I could think of was the movie "Home Alone"!

 

[Chicken Frenzie]

Nugget, he is the RIR/brown one. He was as mean as all the meanest roo's in the world COMBINED.

Nugget was never nice, even as a chick. When he got bigger, he chased everyone in our family, once he chased my brother about 50 feet until I finally caught the rooster. He would 'dace' at us and threaten us, he is at a new home now. Here's what he does at his new home:
Whenever someone gets out of their car, well before that Nugget hides. When someone steps out of the car, Nugget comes from somewhere and comes running to the person and attacks. He also cut me lots.. Update: OH yes! He also attacked my Dad and once pecked me hard in the butt...

 

[lovinlife]

I've had some meeeeeaaaaan roosters. We tried "taming" the early ones, but it didn't work. The first chicks we ever bought were colored Easter chicks and all three were roos. Go figure. They would chase us across the yard and my husband did a very weird "rooster dance" to scare them away (flapping his shirt and dancing toward them). It worked for a while. They would chase my neighbor when he walked down our road. They were my rooster yard guards. The one that out-lived the others was a white roo and he was MEAN. I finally asked my farrier if he would find a "new" home for him. He did. On a fire ant bed in the back meadow.

After that, I ended up with a Brown Leghorn roo that attacked anything and everything. He went to a new home with someone who didn't care that he was mean.

Then, I bought an EE "pullet" that turned out to be a roo. He was so pretty but I had to use a rake to protect myself when i fed him. He was horrible. He attacked my kids, so I banned him to his own pen. I found him one day writhing in his pen with his face all but ripped off. I have no idea what happened. My guess is a raccoon was messing around his cage and he got too close to the wire. My husband ended his pain.

Since those nasty roosters, I've started treating roos differently. I am MEAN to them and let them know I'm the head rooster on campus. My daddy roo is a very pretty splash Ameraucana. I wait until dusk and take him off his roost. I hang him by his feet on a regular basis, swing him around and make him dizzy. He stays very far away from all people. I have two of his sons also and do the same thing with them. They have a healthy respect for people. The hens love us and the roosters respect us.

 

[Jesseschickens]

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I love your signature i give my girls kisses tooooooo!

 

[Breac]

Hahaha... well.... Sit back and listen to a story so strange even I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't lived through it.


During the first year I got chickens, I ordered some straight-run Polishes. As they aged, I could tell that two were male, one was female, and the last one? That was Lise. (It was pronounced like Lisa) For a while, I wasn't sure if Lise was male of female, but then one day as I was sitting in the coop, I saw Lise sitting in a corner. Then Lise proceeded to lay an egg right in front of me, and I assumed that settled the question. But it didn't.

A little under a month after that, Lise started crowing and developed male plumage. "She" was a gender-bender chicken. I started referring to Lise as "he," even though I thought Lise was a hermaphrodite. As much as I wanted to spend time with 'him,' Lise hated me with a vengeance. He would flare his hackles and kick me if I tried to pick him up. However, I was prepared to let bygones be bygones and let him live in peace without being handled.

Unfortunately, Lise's libido was rampant; he went above and beyond what the other cockerels were doing at that age. He, along with another cockerel named White Lightning proceeded to wreak havoc on the poor hens, and many of them ended up going bareback. It was ultimately decided to boot the two of them out of the coop and let them forage for themselves. Definitely not an ideal plan, but no one was willing to take them, and I had planned to try to reintegrate them in the winter. So Lise and White Lightning were left to fend for themselves.

Now here's where it gets odd...

Lise and W.L formed a pair bond. Even though W.L was fully male, and at this point, Lise looked and acted fully male, they still not only spent all their time together, they also mated with each other. Lise was always the dominant one in their little relationship, which struck me as strange. While the pair adapted well to life of the outside, Lise began to get violent to people. He'd wait until a person's back was turned, and then he'd rush up and kick them from behind. Once said person turned around, he promptly ran off as fast as his legs could take him, since he knew we had no reservations about giving him the boot.

It was bad enough when Lise was doing it, but then W.L started picking it up. The next spring, the family discussed getting rid of the odd pair once and for all. However, before any plans could be made, a predator killed Lise during the night. The very next day, we found W.L by the side of the road, apparently hit by a car.

That was the end of it; and while part of me still misses that not-quite-right bird, it's certainly much more peaceful around here.

 

[theoldchick]

General French Fry was the meanest rooster I've ever owned. He was pure game, bred by my FIL, for one purpose only. Without going into details, he survived an especially horrible 'night on the town' and was brought to me for repairs. I sutured this proud bird and he proved to be tougher than his injuries. The FIL wanted him back, and for the first time in my life, I refused to obey an elder. A serious offense in the clannish mountain family. One never disobeyed the Patriarch of the Clan, but I put my foot down, and blasted forth a series of words that made the old man back away.

General French Fry never continued in his previous career but was allowed to live the life a rooster was supposed to have. He had his own pen, his own ladies, and freedom to crow to the world whenever he pleased. Uncommonly gentle with is harem, this game fellow did not tolerate unwanted visitors. He killed rats, snakes, and severely damaged a cat who managed to get in his pen. I never had problems collecting eggs from his ladies, although I respected what he was and always had a shovel with me just in case. Oddly, he never challenged me. Never raised his hackle feathers at me or muttered a low challenge. I wanted this retired fighter to live a normal life and he did. Many years later, I buried him deep under a white pine which still stands today. At 50 feet, the stately tree is a proud reminder of a proud bird who lived his life as he should have.

 

[Pinky]

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That's a great story. Reminds me of a movie

 

[RockwaterFarm]

i had a black bantam frizzle rooster that absolutely hated everyone but me.His name was hank and whenever my sister walked in he attacked her. he really didnt mind me but everyone else was an enemy. i ended up having to downsize my rooster population so i sold all my frizzle roosters except one, who was hurt and i grew attached to, his name is gimpy.