We have 3 roosters.
Not by choice.
We got the one rooster from our friend, because he already had one. And this rooster was getting picked on by the other rooster. He was in rough shape when we got him.
He then grew the biggest set of balls, apparently.
Because he's the biggest asshole, ever.
He's attacked he at least 4 times, drawing blood 3 of those times. (I believe).
He's pecked Mila in the face!
I've learned to take a stick with me, or a pitchfork, for protection.
The other two were surprise roosters - when we added to our flock a while ago, we bought "sexed" chicks, which are guaranteed female (hens/pullets, who will lay eggs), although I've read that 10% could be males.
Anyway, our New Jersey Giants and Brahmas were not guaranteed females.
Of course we got two more roosters.
Beautiful bird. He has not attacked me yet.
My Brahma in the back, between the two reds
Our "teenagers" as I affectionately call them, are located in a small coop that is inside our fenced area. They are locked in there for the time being - they are on chick grower food, not layer food, and they aren't old enough yet to be on that food. We have about 5-6 weeks left. Chicks should be at least 16 weeks old before they are put on layer food.
I went out, pitchfork in one hand, water in the other.
All THREE of these fucking roosters run over. I think they do this for a couple of reasons:
1. They are actually protecting the chicks from me
2. They are interested in the food that I have for them (most likely)
3. They are legit trying to kill me
So, I stood out there for a solid 15 minutes, trying to figure out how to turn my back to these fucking birds, keep them at bay with a pitchfork, open the coop door and put the water in there without tipping it over or being attacked. (We put the water up on two boards so their bedding doesn't get kicked into the water dish easily).
Um. Yeah.
I stood there thinking for a bit.
Abu came at me - I YELLED LOUD and swung the pitchfork.
The other two have never, and I mean NEVER gotten close to me. They usually run the other way.
But, this time. THIS TIME.
My fucking Brahma Rooster came at me.
THIS CHICKEN IS HUGE, PEOPLE.
I threw the water down and ran out of the gate. I ran so fast I was worried I'd trip and fall and subsequently get pecked to death by 3 roosters.
FUCK.
I haven't been able to get near it since.
So, Steve and I have to move that sucker out of the fenced area so I can access it.
Needless to say, we need to figure out our rooster issue.
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