I'm a suburbanite, so I am limited on the number of chickens I can keep on my property. It's not the law that limits me, just the amount of room in the back yard, which has to be subdivided into vegetable garden area, chicken area and my six year old daughter's play area.
My wife and I did NOT intend on getting a rooster. We wanted all hens. Again, it was not a legal matter, since there are no laws regulating chickens in our area. We just wanted all hens.
But the feed store accidentially sold us a cockerel Easter Egger. I guess at 1 day old, it is easy to make sexing mistakes.
Originally, we figured that we'd rehome the rooster, because our plan was to have hens only.
But he was so cute, and so friendly -- well, to make a long story short, we kept him.
DaddyRoo will be a year old later this month. We don't even like to think how empty our family would be if we did not have that little guy in the family.
We purposefully raised him to be gentle and loving to us, because we have heard all the reports about roosters attacking their owners. We pick him up regularly, to tell him how handsome he is and to feed him scratch out of our hand. He actually asks us to pick him up, and if we ignore him too long, he'll fly into our arms whether we are ready for him or not. I'm not sure if that is because he loves us, or he's just associated being picked up with getting a handful of chicken scratch. (I want to believe it is the former, but feel pretty certain it is the latter).
At any rate, because we have always been very gentle with him, and have raised him to be friendly -- to date we have not had any negative experiences with him.
And best part about it -- when one of our buff orpingtons decided to go broody on us, we had fertilized eggs to give her, courtesy of DaddyRoo.
We are now raising four of his children.
DaddyRoo, bum that he is, has not yet paid us a single penny in child support to help pay for HIS offspring...