My experience with roosters has been unpleasant to say the least. Those spurs punched terrible holes in their sides before I saw it under their feathers. By then it was to late. Don't ask how, but I ended up with 10 roosters at one time. They were free range not penned but access to 2 acres of pasture and the yard, etc. I watched them decide on a designated, "hen" then procede to =%&#@ the poor thing to death. Those spurs are deadly. I thought that would be the end of it but they just picked a new "hen". The ad went into the paper then. Now many decades later I have 8 hens, should have been 10 but someone wasn't as accurate as they should have been. I gave one away and kept the other as there was a question about her sex. It's official now she is a he. He's got no spurs yet but my girls have a few more months before they will be old enough to start producing eggs. He is starting to jump them. Will that be bad for them or effect their ability to lay later on? Does anyone know? He's turned out to be a magnificent specimen of barred rock. I doubt any of my hens will turn out to be broody. Three are barred rocks (supposed to be five but no refunds). The other five are potluck. Feed store bought five hundred pullets from Purina and gave them away with a bag of feed. You don't get to pick and I have no idea what they are. Three appear to be Rhode Island Reds but wrong body type. Very slim and remind me of the road runner cartoon. The other has changed feather colors from white to a sort of golden here and there. No clue. Any guesses? Thanks. At 70 I don't think I have the strength or dexterity to do the spur removal. I really don't like him pulling their neck feathers out either.