A while back I told you about how we came to be the owners of a very fine rooster. It was an accident. Usually, when that happens we find someone to give the guy to. This time we just never got around to it.
And, you may not know this, but when there is only one guy and lots of girls -- well, it just causes problems. With Roosty (as I so creatively call him) living with the hens, everyone was in a constant state of turmoil.
Now, he has a place of his own. He lives right next door to his old girlfriends, so they can talk across the fence, but there are no house visits. The girls are all so much calmer.
Poor Roosty, though.
He spends his days pacing along the fence just looking for a place to break back in.
Not happening, buddy!