I cant say enough about the roosters I've had and still have. I have a large laying flock of 40-something hens. My two roosters in that flock are brothers, Barred Rocks, sons of my late great Hawkeye. They have thwarted hawk attacks, broken up fights between the hens and watched over the girls perfectly so far. It amazes me when I watch Dutch, the older one, run as fast as he can when he hears one of the girls set up a fuss from out of his sight. I have no doubt he's throw himself in harm's way to protect them. Yesterday, I went out to find not one chicken in sight in any of the pens. Most were inside the coop and about a dozen were under the coop. We had lots of crows around and I believe the hawk was, too, and probably made a dive at them because even my Blue Orp roo, who usually stand out and yells during times of stress, was inside with his ladies. This happened three times yesterday and I never saw what the danger was, but the roosters make sure the girls go where they need to go to be safe. I adore my boys here.