My fierce looking rooster was a bird from the farm we lived on in Rapid City. He wasn't ours, (nor were the peacocks, ducks, geese, Llama, horses, dog, cats or giganto goat.) But we got to enjoy them as ours, without all the feed and vet bills. (Sweet)

They had about 20 or 30 of these type of chickens with about 5 roosters. This white one here was a nasty bird who dug his spurs into everything else on the farm including the dogs and cats. Eventually he disappeared under questionable circumstances. (The actual owners of the bird weren't that fond of him, as he wouldn't hesitate to attack people as well.)

At any rate, I really liked this white rooster because he was terribly showy. (Hey . . . what can I say, I’m a visual person.)