I have a slew of roosters. The dominant roo, Carl, is a large EE and firmly in control of the flock. Plus, he's a GOOD roo. Everybody else respects him, and if any one of 'em gets jiggy, he puts each one in its place. Without much more than a slight flare of neck feathers and an advance. Until this weekend. Kellogg is an olive egger cockerel from BIG stock (Wynette's eggs, BCM and something else). He is already as large as Carl. And he challenged him this past Sunday afternoon. This is Carl, a month before Kellogg was even in the egg. No blood loss, and Kellogg did give up. But for a good five minutes, it was like Wildlife Kingdom in my back yard. Really prehistoric. Kellogg chose close quarters for the challenge, with no way out but through him, for Carl to escape. Carl did NOT "escape," he won the challenge. Kellogg gave up and turned tail, taking off as far away as he could get. There was leaping, flapping, head down like bulls readying for the charge, neck hackles flared like I have never before seen (except in dinosaur re-enactment programs!) and long stare-downs followed by sudden flurries of masculine display. They both leapt into the air and slashed with their feet at each other. No, I am not so smug about all my roosters which get along so well, not any more. I hate to give up Kellogg because I hatched him, he's gorgeous, and I could get some great chicks from him. But Carl is the Head Roo. It's not fair to him. I am not sure Kellogg is even finished maturing, he may still get some more height and bulk. He was hatched in early Sept, just barely six month old. So. I need to make some alternate arrangements, soon, before either one of these gorgeous Roos gets hurt, just doing what comes naturally. But it breaks my heart.