yes it was aimed at you.. an so there you have it the beginning of a mean roo and tomorrow they might be worst and some one could get hurt.? so now it starts , your roos will now battle you to get their way , thats how the making of a mean roo begins, just you trying to save the girls from them starts it and you will be the next target , they will always see you as their enemy..! your the one who is keeping them from the girls so you are now the problem..!!! dont get hurt, just save your self & your girls from these testosterone raging roos, , pen them up and decide later which one was your best to use for breeding & i had 4 roos i ordered last year , one for each breed of pullets i bought in the same chick order, so right about at 16 weeks they were running my poor pullets ragged, and challenging me when i tried to stop them so thats when it had to stop , so they are all now in large pens in pares of which ever of the roos got alone best , i will use them, to breed more chicks of the breeds they are so its not a total loss in any way , i dont mind feeding a few roos if at some point they will serve my purpose ,they will all live good lives , for the rest of their lives.
Oh no, poor Charlie

He was always such a sweet boy
Here is a red sex link that was our first rooster:
A friend of ours gave him to us when he was 8 weeks old, he was so sweet! Always sleeping in our laps and cuddling with us, "Colonel Sanders" was his name.
Even after his hormones kicked in he was still a gentlemen.
After we had had him for almost a year an abandoned cockerel showed up at our house.
From the first moment he hated "Luigi' (the name we had given the bantam cockerel).
He would chase him all over the place, Luigi basically lived on our back porch, and would sneak into the coop in the evening.
After a couple of months of this Colonel turned on the hens, he would pull feathers and flog anybody who came within 10 feet of him. When I let the chickens out to range in the morning I would get away from that coop as FAST as I could, because he would charge out of the door crowing and attacking any chicken, dog, cat or human that neared him.
This was all too much and we called around asking everyone if they wanted him, no one did and a few weeks later a farm called and said that we would take him.
When we did give him away he was such a gentlemen to all of the farmers animals, hens, and him, I was shocked
Luigi finally warmed up to the hens (he was always so skittish). He was such a gentlemen

Unfortunately though, he died this year

He will always be missed: