Why are my roos suddenly so aggressive.

[Casandra]

Ok so I got 10 chickens and wouldn't you know it. All but 3 of them were ROOS!!!!!!!

Well my boys are now starting to get VERY aggressive towards me, and my little sister ( black beauty her rooster actually has chased her from ther coop all the way into our house and it's a good 30 yards). Today Black Beauty flew and attacked my face. this same rooster has scared up my hands and feet. also today he bit my ankle and left a nice little bruise. they other males are starting act the same way. I don't know what to do. My father is wanting to kill them and i am hopping that its just because there isn't enough hens. can someone please help shead some light on the situation.

 

[Beekissed]

How old are they? If they are getting up to 4-6 mo. or older, they have reached sexual maturity and the hormones are kicking in. Such behavior needs nipped in the bud if you don't wish it to continue. There are about a gazillion threads on here about the topic and you can take your pick about what method you should choose.

Just curious...did you handle your chicks a good bit and feed them from your hands?

 

[Casandra]

well my dad tried to stop my sis, my mom, and myself from doing it but when he was gone we would let them out and they would follow us around. and yes they have reached sexual maturity.

 

[digitS']

I will probably offend a more tenderhearted chicken-keeper and perhaps shouldn't tell this story but perhaps it shows what kind of trouble one can get into with too many young roosters. It was a good number of years ago and maybe others will sympathize with my, then, youthful mistakes . . .

I was living out in the country and had a nice little laying flock of 5 hens and a lovely Ameraucana rooster (or, what I have since learned to call an Ameraucana rooster

). They weren't my first flock, I'd had chickens before as well as growing up with them so I should have known better. The hens were laying well, peace was the order in the farmyard

.

The neighbor had 9 young rooster that he wanted to give to me. Their father was a very big Leghorn but the mother was some kind of bantam/standard cross. The little roos were wildly varied and absolutely gorgeous -- but still, quite immature. They were also skinny.

I knew that I really had little use for them other than to fatten them up for the table. Still, Dad wanted to raise some bantams in his retirement and I had hopes that he would take 1 or 2 of the roos. The mother bantam's line was from my brother's place so this was all-in-the-family sort of thing and the neighbor was just kind of caught up in it and giving back (palming off

) these critters since my brother down the road, didn't want them.

Anywaaaay. My little flock free-ranged for a few hours everyday and I thought I could allow these new birds out with them. Everything went smoothly for several weeks then, I couldn't get the little roos back in the chicken house in the evenings. They wanted to roost in the Douglas fir beside the barn

. Okay, all well and good . . .

The young birds sure weren't putting on much weight and I began to wonder how this idea I had of dressing them out for the table was going to turn out. Things began to get a little chaotic around the farmyard as the little guys got older and began to fight with the hens for a place in the pecking order

. Quickly, my laying hens went from 4 or 5 eggs a day to 1 or 2!

One day during some altercation or another, the old rooster flew across the barnyard to intercede in the mayhem and crashed into the trunk of the fir tree! Dang! That gotta hurt! I figured his days were numbered. He'd either kill himself or end up so badly injured trying to police his domain that the 9 young roosters would gang up on him and beat the living stuffin's outta him

! It wouldn't be long!

Early the very next morning, I let the hens & old guy out and within a matter of minutes -- all H**L broke loose!! That was all I could take and I grabbed the little 22! I wasn't even within sight of any neighbors and it was early on a Sunday morning - there was no danger to anyone except the young roosters in me using the gun. Didn't waste a bullet or shed a tear . . .

Steve

 

[Toshi]

There are too many good roos to deal with a bad one.

Get rid of them since they attacked your face, that is a big nono, or eat them.

Or there is a way you can train a roo, some of the others might have the link for that thread, i found it useful when my roo came at me once.

I pinned him to the ground and stayed there, keep them pinned until they stop moving and when you let them go then they should lay there until you are gone.

Luck to ya, but if they are going for your face then it is not a good roo to keep around at all, thats calling for a ER run with a stabbed eye or soemthing.

 

[coyotesmommy]

I had a Dominique Roo that I raised from 3 weeks, he was sooo sweat and sat in my lap let me carry him all over, I live in the city so I had to get rid of him as soon as he started to crow. So I gave him to my Aunt, she said he was great, she had never seen a roo that would come eat out of your hand and was soo nice. Well I guess he came of age and started getting really mean, she said he went after her 90 year old mother. I was like OMG.. she said don't worry I took care of him I hit him with a stick... I said oh maybe it is like dogs and you just need to show him WHO is the pack leader is.... She said Nope .... he just didnt like getting hit with a stick!

 

[Casandra]

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