Mr. Orange Band committed the cardinal sin of roosterdom tonight. I locked the little pullets in their crate for the night, then let the two Mottled Cochin boys out of their daytime pen to go to their nighttime pen. Mr. Orange Band rounded the fence, grabbed the top of my foot (partly my fault, I wore sandals out there tonight), and flogged. He broke skin, but no bleeding, thankfully. I was not expecting this after how well they have been behaving, though there was an instance this morning when I thought he was going to bite my hand and didn't, so maybe that was my warning sign.
So... New plan. The boys will be going a week from Tuesday (or later, depending on the scheduling and all). That puts the youngest at at least 16 weeks, which was the minimum people say for bantam Cochins. That means that, yes, Mr. Orange Band is going. It's very likely at this point that I will keep Mr. Purple Band as he is behaving, but I am watching him like a hawk (...which is probably bad wording, but y'all know what I mean). Orange band has always been the more dominant of the two and I'm aware that removing the more dominant bird can make the less dominant bird turn jerky, too. We'll cross that bridge when we get there.