So here's the thing about roosters: they're either your best buddy or your tiny, feathered nightmare. And it sounds like this one has chosen the latter. I feel for you, really. You're trying to build an olive egger empire, and instead you've got a bird who treats your head like a personal piñata. The bruises, the blood, the 2:30 a.m. crowing that sets off the whole neighborhood like a fowl alarm system… that's not a little problem. That's a full-blown mutiny.
Now, can you make him like you? Maybe. But the honest, chicken-scratched truth is that some roosters are just wired wrong. He's sweet to the hens, great, he's a good boyfriend, but the moment he sees you as a threat to his harem, that's a hard habit to break. You can try the classic tricks: wear boots, carry a stick, assert yourself without actually hurting him. Some folks swear by picking him up and carrying him around like a grumpy toddler until he submits. Others use a water bottle to the face. But if he's already drawn blood twice and gone for your head? That's not a misunderstanding. That's a declaration of war. And you've got a whole neighborhood of sleepy roosters chanting backup.
This is where the chicken pot pie question stops being a joke. You're dedicated to the breeding project, and I respect that, olive eggers don't hatch themselves. But a rooster who attacks you every time you water or collect eggs isn't just annoying; he's dangerous. One bad kick to the leg, one spur to the eye, and your operation grinds to a halt. Plus, that 2:30 a.m. crow isn't just rude, it's a surefire way to get a complaint from your neighbor, or worse, a visit from animal control. You can't sell hatching eggs from a lockdown.
Give him exactly one more week. Try the dominance games every single day. If he still charges you, still draws blood, still crows at 2:30 a.m. like he's paid by the hour, then you've got your answer. Some roosters are keepers. Some are lessons. This one looks like a lesson wearing spurs. Soup isn't the only option: you can rehome him to someone with more patience or a freezer. But don't let a mean bird run your life. Your hens will be fine with a new gentleman caller. Your neighbors will sleep again. And your olive egger dream? It'll still hatch, just with a rooster who knows you're the boss, not the enemy.