Two more roosters went to Yonkers yesterday, Tuxedo and Snowflake. That makes four out of the batch of 15 that incubated with the Hoffman boys back in April. What intrigues me is that we heard not a peep from Snowflake until long after Alonso's and Attila's departure for seasoned stewpots. Adios gallos.
And early this morning - though not as early as the crank phone call from the ex-wife - we were greeted with the crowing of yet another male of the avian species. His first crowing was scratchy and tentative, but within minutes he was up to speed and crowing away. Had the other roosters stayed would he have remained silent all along? Would he ever have challenged the supremacy of Alonso, the Alpha Rooster?
Meanwhile the younger chicks (all certifiably pullets) are getting bigger and need to join their older brethren in Clucker Hall. But they need to be introduced gradually into the hierarchy and this is tricky. You thought the politics of academia were cutthroat? Welcome to the henhouse.
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