Well, today was Spot’s last day on earth. He finally got me. Good.
I was in the coop by myself, the dogs were inside as I just ran outside quickly to fill their feeder. I was scooping some chicken feed out of the bin into their feeder, with my back turned to the flock. Next thing I know, Spot got me. He attacked me, just once, but it was a good one. This attack was entirely unprovoked, and while I appreciate that he is “protecting” his ladies, I did not pose a threat to anyone at that time. So, Spot is being made into dog food. Pepper can take over roostering duties and Fluff can hopefully catch a break from Pepper’s pestering.
He was a good rooster as far as protection of the girls went, but he is TOO aggressive to rationalize keeping around. So, off with his head!
Ouch, girl! That is one of the reasons I am leery of chickens.
I forgot to mention: arnica cream. It is a homeopathic that if put on right way will reduce the bruising quite a bit.