Maybe 3 to 1 wasn’t so bad, but now…there’s four of them in the house.
Imagine…always being in charge of your hen house…being able to cluck and flap all you want…and those hens had to take notice.
And then, without warning, the rooster cock-a-doodle-dos and…no one pays attention.
In fact, the hens appear to not even hear the rooster.
Did he crow? Who knows?
There are things to do, feathers to groom, topics to be discussed. Who has time for the macho rooster? What does he do for us anyway? Protect us from the fox?
The hens can scream their way out of any tight fix!
And so…the banty rooster pouts. And pouts some more.
But no one pays attention to his comforts any longer. He must evolve.
So, the macho rooster, in order to be heard by his hens, must his raise his wing to speak…and wait patiently to be noticed.