You can't hatch a dozen eggs and expect to end up with a tidy little flock of hens. But you also can't expect to end up with a half-dozen roosters, which is exactly what u/leigh0620 has on their hands. This is a cluck-tastic disaster of the highest order, and we feel it in our bones. Our take? You have a crow problem, not a chicken problem, and the solution is going to take more than just a bigger coop.
We've all been there, right? You start with a few adorable peeps, convinced you've got the ratios figured out, and then nature throws a feathered curveball. This isn't quite the same as our recent From 4 quail hatchlings to a clumsy mama’s first parenting test, where the biggest worry was a mama learning on the job. No, this is a full-blown rooster overload, and the math is simple: too many cocks spoil the yard. They'll fight, they'll harass the hens, and your neighbors will start giving you that look. The one that says, "I'm about to call the town about the 4 AM wake-up call." And when nobody nearby wants them, you've got a real fowl play situation on your hands.
So what do you actually do? First, accept that you cannot keep them all. A flock with six to eight roosters is a recipe for constant drama, and not the fun, reality-TV kind. You have to rehome them, and since the local market is saturated, you need to think creatively. Post on local farm pages, contact a sanctuary, or, and this is the tough part, consider that a freezer camp might be the most practical outcome for a few. It's not the fun answer, but it's the honest one. Compare this to the story of Our new rooster charmed the hens: no fowl play here, where one rooster walked in and became the king of the castle. That's the dream. You, u/leigh0620, have a full-on rooster rebellion, not a charming takeover.
The concrete takeaway here is simple: you cannot wait for the problem to solve itself. Roosters do not magically become hens, and they do not start getting along after a few weeks of squabbling. You need to act now. Separate the most aggressive ones, post a "free to good home" ad with a photo that makes them look like the most handsome boys on earth, and be brutally honest about your numbers. Because the alternative is a yard that sounds like a war zone and a neighborly relationship that's about to go south faster than a chicken running from a fox. We'll be watching your update to see if you manage to turn that crow into a manageable cluck, or if you end up with a very loud, very lonely rooster on your hands.