The Rooster Who Thinks He’s a Cat

As I was saying in previous post, I have 12 alarm clocks now. Two years ago, I was on the other extreme – I didn't have any. Back then, my backyard was a perfect harmony. The hens were peaceful, no rooster stirring up trouble. But idyllic stories don't last long because, once again, my neighbors made a comeback This time, they surprised me with another gift: none other than Mr. Brutus. Imagine 25 independent hens who had never known domination before. Mr. Brutus, with his puffed chest and magnificent cock-a-doodle-doo, was trying to impress. My hens, unfamiliar with showbiz, looked…

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