Time To Crow

There are 5 new hens in the hen house, which gives me something to crow about, because I am the only rooster.  People think that roosters crow at dawn, but I will crow my heart out whenever I like and I am a late sleeper.  If any other roosters dare to try to come near my hens, you can bet that I am going to crow and then I am going to kick some rooster butt.  Nobody is ever going to figure out why that chicken crossed the road and if you ask me most of them are completely nuts, but I have an innate need to crow and I will crow in the morning, at noon, during the night, and pretty much any time in between that and it being two minutes after seven, this looks like a good enough time for me to crow.

I am not very picky and I will breed with every chicken in the hen house.  I am also not exactly shy about what I do, or who I do it with, or where this tales place, or when I do it.  I let the others watch, so they will know how good I am.  I have my favorite hens which I will mate with repeatedly, but I am also very interested in mating with the new hens.  I am a smooth operator and all I have to do is approach a hen and ask her how she is doing, then I will chase them around till she gives it up.  I circle around the hen with one wing dropped, hoping that she will crouch, flatten her back and hold still for me.  Once she lifts that tail, I am in and believe me she is going to love it.  I usually don’t last that long, but even after the act is over, I still enjoy being coupled with her and that is something to crow about.

Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #189 picture prompt.

10 thoughts on “Time To Crow

  1. Believe me, roosters do crow when they feel like it……………. like 3am! We had chickens, but no cockerel, but our neighbour decided to save a male from the pot as it was forever picking fights and she had a lonely peacock in a cage. Personally I thought she was cruel to keep that, but there you go. Anyway, damn cockerel was cock a doodle dooing in the early hours and we approached her to ask if she knew who had recently got one. She said it was hers, and what did we expect as we were living in the country. We drafted a letter to the council as it was a nuisance and Hubby would have been quite happy to give it a new home with two veg, stuffing and gravy, when suddenly it stopped, so the letter didn’t get sent. A few days later we asked if everything was OK and she said she’d rehomed it having remembered why she didn’t breed chickens herself. We think it went in someone else’s pot so missed out on a free dinner.

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