meanest rooster you ever had? pics?

[KWAK]

I had a RIR rooster that was really nice to me, he would fly up on my shoulder, but attacked any one that came near me...
we kept him for a few years until he attached my neighbors baby who was coming down the hill to me...

he thought he had to protect me i think haha

 

[sawmane1]

Rose comb brown leghorn, He was mean all his life.

Once, long ago, my grandpah came up to oregon from callie. We told him about that rooster. He said "Well it's just a little bird!" and he went into the coop. 20 seconds later he came out, TORN UP, He was bloody! very very bloody!

Than after that he was free range and my baby bro was walking around out side. Keep in mind he was two! The roo claw his Eye And we had to take my bro to the hospital to get stiches. When we got back my dad wacked him in the head with a metal pipe. That roo was out cold for so long we were about to throw him away. but guess what! Rite when my dad picked him up to dispose of the body he jumped up and floged my father and me.

he was a JERK untill he died saving the girls from a coon. Quite the good looking rooster though.

 

[Countrygramma]

I have a yellow silkie roo that has hated me since we got him. He only charges me and no one else. He has actually hit me in the back of the legs as I walked away and then crowed as if to say "take that" We hatched a few eggs over the winter and one of the new chicks turned out to be a yellow rooster - like father like son. he is a meany too. I am thinking dinner soon.

 

[GoldenSparrow]

sorry My storys a bit long, I wrote it for a school paper, thats why it sounds like a story


I stood in our back yard talking to my best friend on the phone. I herd a noise behind me, so I turn to see my rooster challenging me with a stared that I new all to well, His eyes not leaving my legs. Wearing sandals I knew this would not end well. I stood frozen not wanting to feel his two-inch long spars in my legs. I had nothing to protect myself with. The small black broom that the roosters feared so much was inside the coop, much to far for me to reach. If I even as so much lifted a foot the fight would begin. I told my friend, who was still on the phone to hold on.

My mind was working; I was making up a plan. He was about four feet away from me. I glanced to the left. Our fenced in garden was about 10 yards or 30 feet away. May be just maybe I could make it. In my head I counted one, two, THREE!! I bolted toured the garden, running as fast I as I could, phone still in hand, screaming.
Now don’t let any one ever tell you that roosters aren’t fast, they don’t know what there talking about! I was running full speed, I glanced behind me and what did I see Hope, my rooster right at my heels.

He chased me half way around the garden, before I had enough room to jump the fence. Heart racing, I stood, not believing how far he chased me. and he was still by the garden fence, guarding it. I walked to the garden gate, and Hope followed me on the out side of the fence. I need to now get to the house, which was about another 10 yards away. “Are you all right?” my friend asked from the phone. Yea! I am Ok!!! I yelled as I plode through the garden gate running past the unexpected Hope, as soon as he saw me he was right behind me. I ran as fast as I could and jumped our all four of our house steps, swung open the door and slammed it behind me. I stood leaning against the door breathing deep. Thankfully my rooster stopped chasing me at the bottom of the steps.

The next day I went out to the coop, completely prepared to tackle him. I wore bright red super padded dirt bike pants. Shin guards, and a heavy sweet shirt for when I pin him down, oh did I mention he bites.
My brother and sister watched from a distance as I walked confidently toured the coop. today was the day, I just new it. I would become top roo, and I did. It took a lot of the day.

I chased him, and pinned him down when he tried to jump up and spar me. at one point I had him pinned down, we where both breathing really hard. I was so mad at him. He lay on the ground, my hand keeping him from getting up. All was silence, except for our heavy breathing. We looked at each other for a few minutes, each caching our breath. Then Hope did a very stupid thing. I was up to the top mad at him. And when that rooster turned his head around, and bit me hard enough that I let go of him. That did it!! I had snapped. I ran full speed screaming at him.
I grabbed the little black broom witch he feared so much, and chased him. That really did it he was freaked out, and would not come near me. If I challenged him, he would walk away. That was the day I defeated him.
Of course if I stop acting like the top rooster Hope will almost certainly, take that as a weakness. Then the hold dominance battle will start right back up again, and I will once again have to show my boys whose king of the roost. To have roosters I must say it is a lot of work, but for me it’s completely worth it. I am so glad I have them, and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.


I could never sentence him to the pot!
I just dont have the heart.


Heres my BAD boy

and here is Hope with his brother Baby
Hopes the one in the back

 

[easttxchick]

Meanest rooster on the planet. Tries to flog me in the head every morning and is constantly hanging onto my pants leg or biting me on the back of the leg if I have on shorts.
Jerk...good thing he's so small and a rare breed or I'd end his reign of terror!

Having said all that-I do love the little idiot.

 

[sourland]

As a kid, I had a RIR very originally named Big Red. He and a muscovey drake used to have daily fights ust to keep in shape. He wouldn't mess with me because I always carried a heavy pot in my hand as an "educator." Once when I was sick and my 6'+ BIL did chores for me he flew up, flogged BIL in the chest and ran him out of the coop.

I had to get out of bed and collect eggs that day. He was eventually killed in what was described to me as a knock down dragout fight with a neighbor's GSD.

 

[MareeZoCool]

No pictures.

The meanest rooster I ever had was a Rhode Island red. Got him with a batch of 6 peeps(straight-run) he was tan, & my favorite chick, I named him "Buffy" in hopes he would be a hen. Then one evening my hubby said, "Buffy is no more. I renamed her BUFORD since HE started crowing just as the sun was setting."
Within a few weeks, we could not wear black pants near BUFORD without those spurs coming at us!

 

[PatmosRuby]

Meanest roo I had was Blackie, a black Cochin (4 yr old son named him) He wasn't too bad at first then he started running at the kids, he never got them but they refused to feed the chickens or go outside when they were free ranging because of him so I started feeding them. He would sneak up behind me and spur me. My brother came for a visit and we told him about him, being Mr Cocky himself he went out to face him and came running back to the house right after. I went out to put the chickens up one evening when he came at me, he caught me right on the ankle bone, it hurt so bad, I had to use the pool vacumm to fight him off(the only thing I could get my hands on) I finally caught him in the head one good time and he went into the cop like nothing was going on. I limped my way back to the house ankle bleeding like crazy, when I got inside my shoe was full of blood, dh wanted to take me to the hospital(where I work)I wouldn't go, I could just hear them when I told them what happened and I knew I would never live that down. The next day dh took the kids somewhere while myself and my nephew sent him to "The big coop in the sky". I limped for 4 days thanks to that thing, I knew I had to get rid of him though if he had gotten one of the kids he probably would have put them in the hospital. My newest roo tried to sneak up behind me the other day and I showed him real quick I wouldn't put up with that, he hasn't tried again but I won't be turning me back on him.

 

[ChickLover98]

This is the notorious Peeta. He bit me once on the les and it briused and bled. Also, he attacked my hand once and bit it also. He grumps around and kinds growls at you.

 

[Lacey1988]

I had a Barred Rock mix Rooster...he was the meanest chicken I ever had...I still have scars on my leg from him spurring me 3 years ago