I'm not sure what roosters think about other roosters, but I speculate that after a certain age, it goes something like this:
Did you look at my hen? Blooood! Death! Killlllll! I will peck your eyes out for that!!!!
Sigh. I asked the hens about it, and they came down clearly on the side of less roos, so after a particularly vicious reenactment of a Quentin Tarantino movie in my coop, I separated out the roosters and started looking up chicken noodle soup recipes.
Not! I am so not cut out for that yet.
Thankfully, I live in a town where quite a few people keep chickens, so I was able to find a couple that was in the market for a new feathered fella. They tell me they have 9 hens now (and more coming in the Spring), so my roo is in good company.
Farewell Roo! I will miss you, you old ornery coot.