Some of those guys are just hatched dangerous and there's really nothing that will change that. When I was a teenager, we had a beautiful, gigantic Rhode Island Red that attacked everyone that went in the pen except me, as I kept a wary eye on him whenever i was feeding them and gave him a good swift kick whenever he got too close to me with his stink-eye look on. One day, though, my two year old brother thought feeding chickens was so cool that he went in the yard to do it himself. Luckily I heard his screams before he got too badly hurt, but the old rooster had him down on the ground giving him spurs up and down the backside by the time I got there - and he and my brother were about the same size at the time! It could have been so much worse. We had talked about putting him in the pot for a very long time before that, but that was the end for sure. Don't wait until you have regrets.
BTW, nobody in my dirt-poor family of seven could bring themselves to eat him when my mom served him up... funny how you come to respect your enemies!
BTW, nobody in my dirt-poor family of seven could bring themselves to eat him when my mom served him up... funny how you come to respect your enemies!