I was attacked by a rooster yesterday. But I wasn’t injured at all. Which is a good thing, especially for the rooster. 🙂
We had chickens years a few years ago. We ordered our chicks from a local nursery. Ten Rhode Island red chicks. We went and picked them up and they were just little balls of fluff. They were cute. We had no idea what we were getting. Would we end up with 10 roosters? Nope, we were very fortunate and had 9 hens and a rooster. We were happy. They grew up and the rooster got very mean. But the way we had their house set up, I never had to have “contact” with the meanie. I could shut them out of the house when feeding or collecting eggs. It was a good set up.
Eventually those chickens got old and died, or were disposed of when they were no longer producing eggs. We decided we didn’t want any more chickens. Which is probably a good thing that we had none when a giant oak tree fell on the chicken house during a hurricane.
Last year after we got the goats we decided it might be a good idea to get a few chickens to eat the bugs that might be attracted because of the goats. So in the spring we ordered 6 chicks. This time we got the sexed chicks because we ONLY wanted hens. No roosters to get mean, especially since these chickens were going to be “free-range”. Well….as you’ve probably already figured out, we got a rooster in the bunch.
We were hoping that this rooster would be different. We had heard stories that occasionally a rooster could be nice. We decided to give him a chance. Our rooster didn’t want to be different. So he attacked my leg. Thankfully I had on rubber boots up to my knee and jeans, and the rooster is only six months old and has not grown those deadly looking spurs.
We’ll be having a nice chicken dinner in the near future and our mini farm will be a happy place again.