I remember, one day at work long ago before I ever thought of having chickens, a co-worker told me that one of her roosters had gone after her 10-year-old daughter. And so she grabbed an axe and ended things right then and there.Thanks all, it helps to get clarity on this situation. I am in the best by giving him up to the 1 person who wants him, she is aware that he is aggressive and is willing to eat him.
I just sort of gaped at her! I didn't say anything about that's awful or I understand, but I learned something that day about the realities of having critters, especially those who are so very different from us.
I'm kind of grateful that as a city dweller, I'm not allowed a rooster, and just a limited number of chickens overall, so I just buy 6-8 week old pullets and dodge all the anguish (and joy!) of having a true flock of chickens, Mom(s), Dad(s), and eleventy-billion chicks. I have the greatest respect for those who do this.
