Roosters crow... a lot. They crow when the sun goes up, they crow when it's time to eat, they crow to mark their territory, they crow when the hens bicker, they crow to gather the hens around them, they crow when the sun goes down, and they even crow if you stare at them. One thing that I did not know is that they will crow when a hen gets lost. One day after I fed the chickens, I forgot to lock the gate. One of the hens pushed it open and got out. It wandered into the woods and became lost.
Later that day, the rooster seemed to be crowing a lot, like... every five seconds. I noticed the gate was open, so I went outside to count the chickens and discovered that one was missing. I stood out there a few minutes until I barely heard a chicken squawk in the distance. I thought, "How did it get all the way back there and how is it going to get back?" The rooster crowed behind me. Then the hen squawked. Then the rooster. Then the hen. Until they had a nice game of Marco Polo goin' on. It was pretty cool. The hen's squawks kept getting closer and closer until it flew out of the woods. I opened the gate and it ran right in. Edward noticed a hen was missing, called out for her, and directed her home.
A few days ago, while I was feeding the chickens, one of the bigger hens ran at one of the smaller ones to get it away from the food. It was muddy and the chicken (the small one) slipped and flipped over. The pitiful chicken looked like a flipped-over bug with its feet running in the air. I was going to go flip it over, but the rooster ran over to it and did it for me. It was the sweetest thing. That rooster not only does all this, but he also eats last to make sure the others get enough to eat too. So I'm tellin' you, that rooster is a prince!
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