Our rooster is a terrorist.  Perhaps not in the context of America's War on Terror, but he sure terrorizes us!  His name is King Louis XIV, because he has a beautiful red comb like the rising sun, and King Louis XIV was called "The Sun King".  Recently, we've been letting our laying/breeding flock of chickens roam the yard.  Whenever we get anywhere near the chicken coop or the hens, King Louis will run up and continuously attack us.  Our defense?  A spray bottle.  He hates getting wet!  I'm hoping eventually he'll learn to respect us a little, and we can develop an uneasy truce like the one we have with our breeding turkey tom, Big Guy.