He started crowing last week. He now LOVES to crow which I love too. The problem? Since he's started crowing, he must think he's the man because yesterday he came after me with one wing down and feathers ruffled. He never jumped on me, but he'd ram himself into me. I kindly gave him a little shove with my foot. Then the rest of the day, I carried him around. He hated it because he wanted to be with the others. I'm really disappointed in him.