Here's mine: I knew I had a rooster when I went to feed my chicks in the brooder and one of the 8 day old RIR babies threw himself at my hand, grabbed a beakful of my pinkie finger flesh and began to twist and shake his head in anger that I would dare to put my hand ANYWHERE NEAR his highness' home. Yeah. He will be breaded fried and served with sides before it's over. Who will have the last laugh then?? How did you know you had a rooster?