My Mini Urban Farm Needs a Fowl Psychologist

I had my pearls and boots on;  all ready to do my School Board Member duty of attending the Student on the Year Banquet at 6:00. 
It has been a very rainy and stormy day so that set-up a rather slippery situation.

Before I leave in the late afternoon, I have to let Big Foot the rooster out, so when it gets dark the hens can go in the coop for the night.  I have  to manage him very carefully, because he attacks females; especially me.  So I let the hens out in the morning and he only gets out at the end of the day, when I am not going to go outside again until dark.  My only other option is to get my son-in-law to kill him.  Big Foot is giant size and really wants to hurt me.

So tonight before heading out to the banquet, I had to let Big Foot out of the coop.  I always have a big stick in my hand just in case I need it; which I do at least half the time. Well of course, this would be one of those afternoons when he chases me and almost caught me.  But just as I got to the carport I started slipping and I could have landed face first on the concrete or on a large holly fern in the flower bed.  Apparently my subconscious chose the holly fern. I had just had an encounter with the sidewalk 10 days ago and I am still on the mend.  At least the rooster stopped.  He was probably laughing.

So instead of going to the banquet, I got out of my muddy clothes and watched TV in my pajamas all night with my hurt ankles, neck and right thigh; to say nothing of my pride and feelings.

My husband pointed out that both male fowls, Big Foot and Donald, have a lot of aggression toward me.  That maybe the 3 of us should get some psychological help or at least the one  that allows the other 2 to continue to live on our property? 

I need a male fowl whisperer immediately.

Come on out here so I can bite you.