When we came back, I was home for a day, left Scott in charge, and went off to California for a couple of weeks.
Finally home in October, I walked outside the next morning and heard a sound I shouldn't be hearing from a coop full of hens...
Ummm... Scott....? Is there a rooster in my hen house?
Scott said, "Come to think of it, one chicken is alot bigger than the rest."
Way to notice, Scott.
I decided one could stay but the coop was too small for both, so the all red rooster went to a local farm and got his own flock of hens.
So who got to stay?
For now, the true boss of the coop is still the old red hen
and even the rooster respects that she eats first.
Nothing like being cock-of-the-walk
he needs a name like Eduardo or something studly.
nwareladvenebrbwa ha ha ha haaaa!!
I think you chose the right one!
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