He didn't start off that way....
Five out of 28 ended up being roosters. I separated 3 two weeks ago and started looking for a home for the little guys. The 3 were rehomed four days ago. Shortly after the separation Wallace started to bite at my hand and kick up his wanna be spurs. Once the other 3 were gone he began to step up his attacks. I can no longer wear shorts and flip flops in the run. He attacks my feet and legs. I know he is just doing his job and he is the one in charge now. Oh I miss the days when I could pick Wallace up and carry him around.
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