"Sam The Clock" named by our son. He was boss of the chickens but certainly not the ducks.
As he grew he became a bit aggressive. We loved taking the kids into the run to pet the birds and chase them around. Once Sam started getting aggressive we stopped bringing the kids into the run. He liked to jump at us and try to get our legs with his claws. When he decided to attack my leg and give me a nasty cut it was decided that he would have to become dinner. He was a decent weight so one night Aaron, for the first time, harvested a bird. I'm a bit of a softy so I wasn't present until the bird looked more like food. I helped with some of the plucking and cleaning and we ended up with Sam on our table. Surprisingly, the kids were very ok with this process. Megan was a bit young and may not have fully understood but Owen certainly did and was not bothered by it at all.