Terrorized by roosters! HELP!

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Shaking my head here.
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Clearly, I'm better off without roos AND husbands!!!
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lol well the darn thing got me again ..right through my rubber boots!
 
the best thing you can do is get a bigger rooster to take the other 2s attetion and eventually they will get the pecking order straightened out and they will be occupied by each other
 
Dollar Tree has air horns for $ 1.00 I would think a blast or two in the face, when he approaches you, would change your Rooster's attitude in a jiffy. If not he deserves the pot or the next passing Hawk. This is exposing a cruel side to your husband's' nature - isn't that what they call passive aggressive? He gets a kick out of the fact that he is alpha and you are not.
 
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For my part, I was only proposing Craigslist if the OP couldn't handle or stomach eating the bird. Full disclosure of the aggression issue with the bird should be made of course. I eat my problem birds, whether the problem be aggression, excessive crowing, egg-eating, poor egg production, or plain stupidity. I'm fixin' to eat the Cochin rooster now--I gave the dullard a mealworm. He ate the treat and THEN tried to call the hens to him. No wonder they don't have any respect for him.

My sole aggressive rooster had been previously named "King Henry," and he became "King Henry soup" after he spurred me in the thigh. I don't remember who said it, but whoever did was absolutely right in saying that the mean roos taste better!

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I love it! You are a goddess to be sure!
 
Why put up with that situation.

Personally I think you should kill both roosters and serve them up to your husband to show him that you are brave, resourceful, creative and not a someone that only he can protect. He will show more respect for you without the problem of nasty birds.
 
I'm not sure who I'd be the most upset with... the roosters or the hubby. Regardless, the roosters have to go. I once had a Muscovy duck that attacked me every time I entered what he perceived was "his" territory. After he sliced open the palm of my hand one day, I took to carrying a two-by-four with me whenever I ventured outdoors. I'd bonk him on the head when he'd attack, he'd stop and sway a bit, then attack again. I finally trapped him and released him near a lake with other ducks. You might want to quietly advertise. No doubt someone in your area wouldn't mind a free chicken dinner.
 
I'll tell you one thing, after reading Diane's story I went and sat with my chicks wondering "who" was "he" and "who" was "she". I mean I think I have 3 hens and one roo. I'm not certain what makes me think this....LOL...and they may have to be renamed! "Dollie", "Matilda", "Einstein" and yet to name the 4th? Einstein I want to think is a roo. But who knows....I guess I think he's a roo because he seems to "win" all the little "stretch your neck as high as you can and butt breasts" thing they do. Matilda is the biggest chick, she seems wise and like she thinks she is supposed to act as "mother hen" over them all, yet never in an aggressive way. It's funny, Einstein can't seem to fly as high to some of the roosts I have in their coop. Matilda likes to fly up then the others follow suit with her. Einstein runs up and squats with his eyes on the roost. He makes a run at the perch but misses. He tries a couple more times, then gives up and walks away. When he does this, Matilda flies down to peck the ground with him. It's almost like she feels sorry for him being alone down there...LOL

Geez....I think I'm losing my mind as though I could know what it is really about!
 

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