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I had an Americauna roo that was never dumb enough to try anything on me, but I could tell by the way he looked at my (then) 4-year-old son that he was thinking otherwise with the child. I tried not to let the two of them out of my sight in the barnyard, but one day, the chicken and the child were on the other side of the barn for just a few seconds. I heard a scream, and my son came running to me, crying. He couldn't tell me what had happened, but he had scratches from his shoulders to his waist, under his shirt. That roo never free-ranged again.
When I was pregnant with my second child, I had a bantam Cochin roo that came at me every once in a while. Most of the time he was fine, and I was puzzled. Why some times, and not others? Finally, I figured it out. It was the red courderoy jumper that I sometimes wore. I guess the sight of all that red was more than his little chicken brain could stand! After a few "unscheduled flights" (courtesy of my boots,) he learned not to come at me from the front, but he would still try to sneak up behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I'd see him trying to circle around behind me. I'd turn and face him, and say, "Just what do you think you're doing?" He'd immediately change direction, like, "Who me? I'm not doing anything!" Yeah, right!