At first all was well. Two matured and I was watching them to decide which one to cull, when the larger, prettier, more mature looking of the two attacked my 3 year old out of the blue. He was in the oven that night.
So we kept his brother, and he eventually got bigger and prettier. Last month my 2 year old went after him, because she enjoys playing with the chickens and he freaked out when she fell in front of him and jumped on her head. Blood poured from two scratches on her head, and I felt sick. We didn't immediately kill him because he's our only mature rooster. We just made sure to keep him separated from the baby. But I've been uncomfortable with him ever since.
|Not a rooster, but this chicken looks scary.|
Today, Baby Bear got the back gate open while I was tending to a sick Wolf Girl and I discovered them just in time to witness part the confrontation. Fearless little thing that she is, she wasn't backing down, just standing there screaming at him. But he had already put a little cut in her head. I went after him, and grabbed the nearest thing to me, which happened to be a hula hoop and waved it, then pitched it at him. He was appropriately frightened. Then I picked up a bucket (toy from the sandbox and chased him into the coop and slammed the door shut. I may or may not have screamed at him crazy style. Blood on my baby wakes something up in me.
I'm done with him. He'll be in the pot tomorrow. The kids are already excited thinking about chicken and dumplings and pot pie. He was already slated to be butchered. He just moved the date up again.
Our batch of chicks are almost grown now. This group has been practically hand raised by the kids from eggs. I'm hoping maybe we'll get a nicer rooster this time. But I'm not holding my breath. I'm thinking roosters may need to wait until our kids are older.