I'm beginning to understand the contempt so many farm folks have for roosters. Feeding, fighting and fornicating is about all our roosters know how to do. Spouse and I had hoped the roos would keep the bully geese from hassling the chickens whenever paths would cross, but so far, none have figured out that "protection" is part of their job description.
At least Junior is figuring out that the girls are more willing to give him a little leg if he does a bit of wooing, and for this, he might be spared. The rest of the roosters - including the other Barred, Mr. Statesman - are on "the shortlist to the stockpot". They've got a few more weeks to figure out how to better behave before the literal hatchet falls. Bah! Rotten roos!
[pic: Junior, the lucky roo]