This is just a quick post to provide an update on a recent issue here.
The rooster, Muffin.
I previously posted how he attacked me once when I was wearing an orange shirt.
I thought it was just because of the shirt.
Now he attacks me whenever I wear bright or light colors near the chickens. Or if I wear a light shirt covered by a dark jacket. Or if he's in a bad mood.
Most of the time he attacks me when my back is turned. He attacks me with his feet, not his beak.
He runs up to me very, very fast and makes his attack, over and over attacking me with his feet.
I cannot turn my back on him and run, as this makes him worse.
I cannot raise my foot or my hand to him, as this makes him attack even worse that I thought possible.
The only way to make him stop is to throw food near him during the attack.
Lee at Farm Folly gave me that suggestion - thank you, Lee, it does work.
I don't always have scratch grain with me, but I've learned to make do with anything I can fnd.
Today when I was out with the chickens, at first Muffin was fine, totally relaxed around me. I was wearing a light tan shirt covered by a dark jacket (which I thought would keep me safe from Muffin's moods).
After about ten minutes as I was walking around I heard Muffin running at me. I quickly turned and found him attacking me from behind, his neck feathers all puffed up like a backwards bowl around his head. I was in a low culvert, Muffin was coming at me from above, at chest height. Instinctively I put my hand out to stop his attack as he was flying towards me. This made him attack even worse, as it always does. I think him seeing my hand (or foot) go out makes him think I'm trying to fight him and makes him more aggressive.
After I fended off his initial attack with my hand/arm, he dropped to the ground, and as he bounced back up at me I reached down and grabbed some dirt, dead pine leaves, and pine cones and threw them at his feet. This distracted him and gave me a couple seconds to reach for a few live green leaves from a nearby bush.
Quickly I threw the green leaves at him, and when he saw them he made his clucking sound which called all the hens to come eat. The hens all came running at record speeds and gathered around. I was grabbing more leaves to use as a distraction for the next attack.
But Muffin forgot that he was in the middle of a fight to the death, and I was able to run away to safety, throwing leaves behind me.
Muffin won that fight, but at least I survived.
That rooster has got to go. He's a fighting bird.