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He sees me coming, so he can't be blind. I guess some chickens, like some people, aren't given a full deck to play with.
When I tried raising La Fleche, they were ALL like that. I gave them a lot of attention & treated them just like I did all of my other chicks. I hatched/raised them with my cochins, who from day one are always friendly and run towards my hands when I'd go to give them fresh water & food. And even from day one, the La Fleche would screech, bounce around, flap & have panic attacks when I would try to interact with them. As they got bigger, it got worse. They'd fly up & smash in the walls, my face, the ceiling, knock down their roosts, shriek, poop themselves, etc
It got so bad, I had to move them into a different pen (one without the window) because I thought they were going to break it when they'd bounce off of it.
The other thing is that they were so traumatized by me cleaning out their pens, the hens would not lay for a few days after I did it.
The last straw with them was when the rooster started attacking me, BAD. He would see me coming, sound the alarm--so all of the hens were flipping out, flapping & flinging all over--I'd wait for a second until they shot out the pop door in the run. Then I'd go in to fix the roost they knocked out and in would come the roo--wings dropped, side-steppin' at me and then he'd attack! Wings, spurs, claws, beak. Man--I booted that stupid thing so hard I'm surprised he did not die. Unfortunately, not only did he not die, he seemed even more ticked and would attack again and again. For as tough as he thought he was, he was pretty tender as Coq au vin after two days in the fridge and 12 hours in the crock pot.
The hens, I sold to some old lady who wanted them to range around her barnyard. Whatever. They laid HUGE white eggs and flew like ravens...so they might have done okay. Except for being completely stupid.
