Our first Ameraucana rooster, Carmen, became so vicious as he grew up that I took him back to the feed store where I bought the chicks. So when Wren, my favorite Ameraucana chick, showed signs of becoming a rooster, I was dismayed. I wondered if we should just butcher him along with the Naked Necks, but Kara suggested I give him a chance. We could always send him to the stewpot later on, she pointed out.
Since then Wren has seemed afraid of me, but I keep a stick or bucket handy when I go out, something to make up for me not having spurs--something that he will respect. Hopefully, Wren has learned his lesson, that I am the Top Roo--and he can keep his good home and stay out of the stewpot! Believe me, I've learned MY lesson, too! I will never again come down to a rooster's level!