My #2 can be a pill. I love him to death, but he has a knack for tormenting his brothers and cousins. He likes to stir the "proverbial" pot just to get things going. It is aggravating to all involved. He is afraid of a few things, one of them being his "beloved" roosters. He gives them great accolades, but when it comes down to it he is terrified of them.
I sort of take pleasure in the fact that he is terrified of the roosters. Here is a great example of some simple humor for a mom of a ruffian. I went next door, for what reason I cannot say as I have forgotten. At the time of my disappearance my 3 boys were winding down from school and carpool, I let them watch a 1/2 sitcom on Disney or some such thing. Well when I got back from my SIL's house I hear some whimpering coming from behind our garbage can, lo and behold there is boy #2 in a crouch squeezed between the garbage can and the fence it backs up to, more whimpering. I take one look and ask "What's the problem? Why are you sitting back there whimpering?" He is too upset to answer me so I take a look around. What do I see? The roosters. Minding their own business, scratching, crowing, pecking, looking around. They don't have a care in the world and the last thing on their mind is a 6 year old too afraid to move for fear of being spurred.
Call me cruel but when he is reduced to tears and in fear of a silly little bird it makes me laugh. Not just a giggle, but one of those laughs that come from deep in the belly, make you want to cry kind of laugh. I just can't help but laugh. This boy who struts around trying to reduce his brothers and cousins to this state has been given the hammer, so to speak, by 2 territorial roosters. Don't get me wrong, if they feel threatened they will inflict pain, but this is something only #1 has experienced. I think seeing him get the brunt of the fowl has scarred him for life.