I’m not saying that the rooster trusts me now or that we have any kind of relationship but it does seem as though he’s less confrontational now. He’s finally figured out I’m the one that’s feeding him and the battle isn’t worth it.
I think it’s been 3 days where feeding time is reasonably stress free. I still have to keep an eye on him when I’m walking around and he keeps an eye on me but he doesn’t seem to want to be in my way just for the sake being in my way anymore.
He lets me go to the feeding area and he starts eating when I dump the food. I didn’t notice it until recently but that rooster is huge. Fat, one might say. I don’t think that people eat roosters like they eat hens because they’re not bread to have the same kind of excess muscles in their breasts and legs. The rooster is bred to go cock-a-doodle-doo over and over during the day so that the neighbors know you have the rooster and hate you.
If this neighborhood head one of those property management committees, I’m sure he’d be in big trouble. I don’t know the legality of owning a rooster inside city limits but if I was making the rules it sure wouldn’t be allowed.
I think this rooster was bred to be a cock fighter but that’s definitely illegal in this area so he’s got the extra testosterone or whatever roosters equivalent is but as far as I can tell the hands put up with him but nobody really likes them even in his own community.
When he was making me wait I would side the door with his none shall pass attitude, I want to believe that the hens took notice. Their food was being delayed by the ego of a royal cock. I time it differently now so he hasn’t been blocking me in front of the door since then.
So I’m happy at this point with what appears to be a temporary understanding and truce. He’s decided to let me feed him without a fight and everyone is happier for it.