A while back, I was talking to someone about my chickens, and she asked me how many roosters I have now. I said I was down to 7 mature adult roosters after selling two to my husband's coworker. This guy who overheard the conversation interjected to tell me I just CAN'T have more than one rooster in my flock, because if I do...
They will fight to the DEATH!
*cue dramatic music*
I tried to explain to this individual that while, yes, some roosters will fight to the death, mine are not that aggressive, and once they had established their pecking order, they were fairly content to exist peacefully together. No, no, he insisted. They WILL fight to the death, because they are roosters and that is just what roosters do! This argument went on for almost an hour, with me trying to explain pecking orders, temperament, and flock dynamics, and him telling me that in spite of the evidence, facts, and reality itself, my roosters were destined to duke it out in an epic poultry Battle Royale.
So, that conversation occurred several months ago, and now here we are. As you can see the boys are taking their sweet time on this whole fighting-to-the-death thing. Truth be told, I think it looks more like they're trying to decide where to grab lunch than plotting each others' demise...

Now, I understand that we have an exceptionally mellow bunch of dudes in our flock. I am aware that there are plenty of roosters who will not tolerate any male competition in their ranks and who will, in fact, fight to the death rather than share their hens with another rooster. These guys are not those roosters. Most of my boys won't even fight-to-the-broken-nail, let alone fight to the death, and they have even demonstrated a willingness to protect their fellow roos if they think their buddy might be in danger. Do they fight sometimes? Sure, but it rarely goes beyond a bunch of huffing and puffing and trading threats. Like any group of guy buddies, they can get a bit rowdy sometimes, but a few minutes later they'll be foraging and dustbathing together like nothing happened.
So, the next time this fella--or anybody else--tries to tell me I can't have more than one rooster without death and tragedy, I'm going to whip out this photo. Can't have more than one rooster, eh? Well, math was never my strong subject in school, but it sure looks like there's more than one rooster chillin' right here!
*end rant*
They will fight to the DEATH!
*cue dramatic music*
I tried to explain to this individual that while, yes, some roosters will fight to the death, mine are not that aggressive, and once they had established their pecking order, they were fairly content to exist peacefully together. No, no, he insisted. They WILL fight to the death, because they are roosters and that is just what roosters do! This argument went on for almost an hour, with me trying to explain pecking orders, temperament, and flock dynamics, and him telling me that in spite of the evidence, facts, and reality itself, my roosters were destined to duke it out in an epic poultry Battle Royale.
So, that conversation occurred several months ago, and now here we are. As you can see the boys are taking their sweet time on this whole fighting-to-the-death thing. Truth be told, I think it looks more like they're trying to decide where to grab lunch than plotting each others' demise...
Now, I understand that we have an exceptionally mellow bunch of dudes in our flock. I am aware that there are plenty of roosters who will not tolerate any male competition in their ranks and who will, in fact, fight to the death rather than share their hens with another rooster. These guys are not those roosters. Most of my boys won't even fight-to-the-broken-nail, let alone fight to the death, and they have even demonstrated a willingness to protect their fellow roos if they think their buddy might be in danger. Do they fight sometimes? Sure, but it rarely goes beyond a bunch of huffing and puffing and trading threats. Like any group of guy buddies, they can get a bit rowdy sometimes, but a few minutes later they'll be foraging and dustbathing together like nothing happened.
So, the next time this fella--or anybody else--tries to tell me I can't have more than one rooster without death and tragedy, I'm going to whip out this photo. Can't have more than one rooster, eh? Well, math was never my strong subject in school, but it sure looks like there's more than one rooster chillin' right here!
*end rant*