I have to agree with speckledhen on this, having just been flogged for the final time a couple of days ago by our now deceased Polish rooster, Puff. I had tried everything - well, not the red handkerchief, but... holding him, carrying him around, approaching him and making him move out of my space, throwing things, etc. I refused to have to be armed with a stick every time I ventured into the pasture/chicken yard, which I do many many times every day, though my husband finally resorted to this. But this roo did get sneakier! My husband was down on the ground working on a drain pipe, and was flogged and cut in the FACE (not good), and this last time Puff came at me from behind and actually drew blood through a pair of heavy jeans. Poor decision on his part, I was in a grim but unusually decisive mood and quickly dispatched him. We kind of liked him, he was pretty and comical, and I liked his crowing, but it just wasn't worth it. We have kids coming over to see our animals all the time, and he was a danger.