Beware: Attack Rooster On The Loose! *UPDATE*

My parent’s-in-law blessed us with some more chickens (thanks guys!). And they really are a blessing… all except for the one really mean rooster who came along with the group. I really dislike that rooster.

I was trying to fill his water container this morning, that’s all I was trying to do! But he decided he was not going to let me stick my hand in his cage. I tried three times to reach in and grab the water jar, but every time I did he would come flying at me, wings flapping and claws forward, like some Kung Fu Roo!

Of course every time he’d try to grab a hold of my hand I’d “holler” (like my use of Southern terminology?) and quickly pull it out again. The fourth time I was determined to give him his water whether he wanted it or not (after all, there was an innocent hen in the cage with him). I bravely reached my hand in there and just had the water jar within my grasp when he attacked once more. Feeling his claws scratching me, I freaked out! I screamed, and jumped back withdrawing my hand. He saw this as an excellent opportunity to escape and flew out of the coop before I could stop him.

I shut the door fast so that his little hen wouldn’t escape as well. He strutted around proudly below the coop, obviously thinking he was the man.


YOU try catching an evil rooster when you’re 9 months pregnant!

I tried to catch him, but the booger charged after me and attacked my bare foot! Then he ran after Dirty Wilson (our white rooster) and had a little spat with him that I had to break up. What a bully! I had to put Dirty Wilson back in his coop so that they wouldn’t fight any more.

I tried catching him a few more times. I tried to throw a box over him, but he was too fast, and I wasn’t about to try to grab him with my hands again! So, now he’s running loose thinking he owns the place. I think I’ll name him El Diablo (“The Devil” for those non-Spanish speakers).

The kids aren’t too fond of him either. Yesterday he pecked poor little Titus on the nose right through the cage!

Jada had been beside me watching the whole ordeal and saw how mean he was. When I finally gave up and told her I wasn’t going to try to catch him anymore she nonchalantly suggested, “Just shoot him. I’m sure we can make something out of him!” I had to laugh. She is a very practical girl!

My luck he’ll be strutting his stuff around the coops again in the morning. If we can catch him he’s going back where he came from. If we can catch him!


Well, we took care of El Diablo. Jerry did, actually. We were tired of the kids (and me) getting attacked every time we turned around! The last straw was when he attacked little Titus. Poor Ty man was minding his own business playing outside when I watched the rotten rooster creep out of the woods, sneak up behind Titus, and jump on him in full attack mode! Poor Ty flailed his arms yelling, “No! No! No!” The dumb thing jumped on him three times before I could get over there to kick it off.

When Daddy got home and I told him what had happened, he immediately took care of the problem. Man, was he a mean one!

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A city girl learning to homestead on an acre of land in the country. Wife and homeschooling mother of four. Enjoying life, and everything that has to do with self sufficient living.


  1. Hate to say it but chickens are mindless creatures (not an opinion)anyone doubting should look up headless mike the rooster. And I assume anyone keeping a meat or egg bird would understand that the HUMAN children are far more important than any “pet children” they have. Don’t agree with me ,let your kid goto school torn up by a roosters spurs your child will probobly be taken away and your animal control officer will probobly shoot the chicken for you .Good for you protecting your children and if it happens again remember ruined breast meat won’t hurt a good chicken stock

  2. Yeh, we had one of those. My poor husband was spurred in the hand.
    The deep wound became infected and he had to have surgury. Originally we only kept the rooster because he was good for protecting the brood. The chickens were all free in the yard all day and we had racoons that liked to come visit. While that rooster was in the yard the racoons wouldn’t come anywhere near. After the wound healed we did away with the rooster. I was spurred by him a few times in the leg and still have the scars.

    The way to avoid getting attacked was to never turn your back on him and be on the offensive. We’d chase him all over the yard until he was in the corner and then put our foot on top of him. He would be OK then until the next time you tried to go into the chicken yard to feed or water and then he was up to his old tricks again. In his rooster head he was just being protective yet stupid at the same time, not realizing who the good guys were.

    Sounds like your little rooster was over the top protective. Your son probably looked like a threat. I just don’t think it’s worth having a rooster like that. Just too much to risk. We now have a Rat Terrier who protects the flock. We haven’t lost any hens or ducks yet since we moved to the new land. We had a bear come visit, but the dog chased it up a tree and it hasn’t been back since.

  3. We have the same kind of rooster(sebrights)and his name is Todd. We find that his ornery attitude and fearless aggression are just part of his charm. I have a strict zero tolerance policy in my backyard, no making Todd look bad in front of his ladies. Anyone who ventures out into the backyard must act frightened and run if Todd decides to challenge him/her. Whenever Todd attacks someone he stops to look at their face to see how they reacted to his advances. Preserving his self esteem and ego is as equally necessary as providing food and water. After Todd thinks he successfully chased off an intruder he will strut around the middle of the yard with his chest out, and head held high,then hop on the fence and let out a full bodied prideful power crow. We refer to this display of triumph as his ‘Victory Lap’
    Chickens are very intelligent creatures. Like humans they have politics and controversies as well as the ability to love and hate. As far as they believe or care to believe their yard is the entire world and everyone else is just living in it. Entertainment and joy are priceless. One can turn any situation into delightful humor as long as they have evolved enough to know that they are not a victim of situations but creators of their happiness. Its always sad when human beings choose to dwell in misery and decide to view situations as if they are a tormented victim when they can just as easily view it as fun and fully relish the humor of it. And as always,in our futile, self indulgent, never ending quest to reinforce our portrayal as the commiserable victim, an animal ends up paying the ultimate price as a moral scapegoat in the name of pious human justice.

  4. Good for you! We had a mean rooster that attacked my daughter. Best thing that could happen is it died of Lead poisoning! (from the shot!) He probably would have been too tough to eat anyhow!

  5. If you can catch him, you hold him like a baby in front of the hens, do it a couple of times, it shows the hens he is weak and embarrasses the rooster into niceness. Wear shoes/boots, pants, coat, and welding gloves, don’t be afraid to get him, that’s what he wants, grab him by the neck if you gotta!

  6. My mom once clipped a mean roosters toe nails and spurs. She said that it cured him, but you need a real good pair of gloves, fish net and nippers.

    Good luck everyone.

  7. I have a rooster that went bad over this summer… I now always take a hoe into the coop with me…. I HATE that little guy!!! He is about to become FRIED CHICKEN!!!


  9. I hate mean roos! We have one that attacks my little one whenever he goes in the chicken run. They are hard to catch once they are out. My son’s banty rooster got out a week ago and it took us forever to catch him. Jada’s right, if you’re brave enough you can make something out of him. Just don’t shoot him, lol! I love my chickens too much to eat them, but most people out in the country are used to eat, and eat them anyway.

    Good luck!

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