This rooster looks as though he would like to carry on a conversation.
He could explain the pecking order in this particular coop. He could only if he knew about it.
His predecessor got so aggressive that he had to be disposed of. He had taken it upon himself to personally
de-feather all the other birds who lived there then.
He made a handsome stuffing that sits over our sons desk. I guess that proves that everything does have a value. This serves as a reminder that ruling the roost comes with a cost.
We did not share the history of the coop with this youngster. He probably would not have appreciated our candor. Besides, we do not speak the same language.
As we turned to go he did speak to us in fluent rooster. Since the noise was coming from behind us, we both jumped.
The memory of the coop lives on.