My Mille Fleur D’Uccle roosters were little snots. I would hold them and love on them but they were little peckers (literally). My husband seemed way too satisfied when we sold them all.
There hasn’t been a rooster I’m the least bit afraid of since a big old Rhode Island Red from my childhood. Some of the gamecocks can have ill tempers, especially when its hot or during the molt. Some are just mean. The last rooster that came at me to flog me I grabbed him in mid air and scared 10 years off his life. We had a conversation that involved words like butcher and instant pot. He has been the most perfect gentleman ever since. I think he tells the others about me, “you better watch out for that one.”