Okay, I think I made a mistake. I got rid of my nice roosters and kept the mean ones!!! (One full-sized and one bantam) "Why???" you might ask... well, because my husband "likes" both of them. He felt bad for them. Because both of the aggressive roosters were lower on the totem pole and got picked on by the more dominant roosters. However, both of these roosters only attack me. I can only guess because I am a threat to them. I control the hens: they come when I call. I also clean the hen house and collect the eggs. I also control the food supply. I've even been flogged by these guys when trying to fill the feeder!!! My husband does none of this stuff. He only interacts with the chickens when he wants to feed them goodies from his hand, whenever he has the time. Our chickens are free-range most of the time and I feel bad keeping them confined. When they are confined, they are really aggressive since I have to go into their territory to fill water and food and collect eggs. Anyway, I agreed to get rid of the dominant roosters (the nice ones, who never, ever flogged me!!!!) hoping that it would cure the lesser rooster's "inferioriority complex" and make them behave better. Well it hasn't. I can't go outside without being stalked by roosters, both big and little. I can hear them sneaking up behind me in the grass. I can hear their claws scraping on the driveway when they are trying to sidle up next to me to take a cheap shot when I'm not looking. The little one is so bold, he will try to attack the lawn mower and weed whacker!!! I have permanent scars from both of these guys from last summer. I still have lumps under my skin and new bruises and cuts too. The big rooster has learned that my boots protect my lower legs, so he has begun attacking higher up on my legs and body! I have to look around every time I bend over to make sure no one is going to come at my face!! That is my biggest fear, that they are going to go for my eyes next... and they will. These guys aren't stupid. It takes me so much more time to get outside chores accomplished since I have to take the "long way around" to avoid confrontation with roosters, as well as constantly surveying my suroundings to make sure that all is "safe". Its ridiculous. My husband doesn't seem to give a crap and seems to think I can "make friends" with the roosters if I just give them treats, like he does. I've done that. It doesn't make a difference. I know once roosters are floggers, they always will be. You can't break them of it. I just don't know what to do??? I can't get any work done around the property now that I'm not able to wear insulated cover-alls and high boots. Its swealtering hot here and I must wear shorts this time of year if I'm working outside. But with those roosters around, I feel like a sitting duck!!! I can't take much more. My husband doesn't seem convinced that this is a serious issue. Its like he won't be convinced until I lose an eye. He's never been flogged. He thinks its like a cat scratch. He doesn't understand how serious this is? What should I do??