We had a little banty rooster that was a pretty nice fellow. The next rooster was a white crested black polish--gorgeous bird but got mean as he was approaching puberty. He was jumping up as high as my chest, sticking his spurs towards me. When I read about a little girl in Australia who was slashed across the throat (she did live) by a rooster, and knowing that my son's neck was about as high as my chest at the time, that bird was promptly put down.The chickens would definitely eat the grasshoppers, then they would also destroy your garden plants. Sad but true.
There is nothing worse than a mean rooster. The first one we had was a nightmare. I tried everything in the book to keep him from attacking, I think we put up with him for over a year. He'd come at your face with spurs and flogging wings. He got dispatched. One of his sons took over his job and never had a minutes trouble out of him. There's a reason why people won't get out of a car if a rooster is stalking you!
We did have a wonderful white crested hen that my son fell in love with when he was 7 and she was a chick. She was christened "Good Chickie" by him, and he played with her daily for many years. He'd push her on the rope swing, and she'd perch on his shoulder and coo in his ear. She was 13 when she died, and was deeply missed. He's always had a little thing for chickens.
Around age 7-8

and at age 20 shortly before we lost her









