I raised quite a few chickens to have running around the backyard eating ticks, giving eggs, etc. Turned out to have too many roosters. I figured I'd let them decide who got the hatchet, and they did. One we named jack, but that was only half his name

He took a liking to chasing my son (8 years old) and later, my wife. That was pretty funny right there; he wouldn't look you in the eye or chase you when you were looking, but turn your back and here he comes! Went out the other day and as my wife was walking in the house he came across the yard, jumped up and kicked her in the azz. She turned around and started chasing him, kicking whenever she got the chance. Then the turkey took offense that his flock was being messed with, so he chased my wife. Quite the train there, chicken, wife, turkey, all running in circles. Kinda tom and jerry. Honestly, I think he just liked being chased. He was a frizzle mix, so fairly small. Finally got tired of him and one day went out there with the pellet rifle and shot him. All the other chickens came and did the dead-guy-dance on his body, and once they were finished I had the kids grab the body up and huck it in the woods. Sent them back in the yard, and finished up. Realized that I left the pellet rifle outside and went to get it. On the way back in the house I found one of the big buff orpington roosters doing the dance at my daughter. Normally she would have just kicked him, but the turkey was interested to see what was going to happen and that freaked her out (she's 6) Well, I already had the rifle in hand so he went too. Even the turkey got into the dead-guy-dance that time. I took off his head, and had the kids pluck it, we had chicken for dinner that night. The rest of the roosters seem much more laid back now. One other thing, getting a turkey seemed to have pretty much fixed most of the roosters. The gobbler is kind of a wuss, but it's a rare sight to look out in the yard and not see the turkey hen chasing down one or another of the chickens for some infraction. She runs a pretty tight yard.
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One other thing, a friend of mine was telling me about roosters never losing their fight. Said he knew a guy with a rooster that one day decided to fight him. They fought, and predictably the rooster lost. Same thing the next day, and every day after that. One day the rooster attacked, the guy kicked, but he missed the bird. The rooster was so used to taking a beating he just fell on the ground squaking and flapping. Never did stop attacking the guy though. You have to admire spirit like that.