Too Much Testosterone at the Palace

Well, it look's like it's arrived. Time to bid a sad farewell to the rooster population now inhabiting Cluckingham Palace.

One of the spring chicks is a rooster and all three summer babies are fighting and sprouting stunningly jewel tone feathers-roosters all.

I passed the word around, but couldn't get any takers. It isn't fair to the chickie girls to have to deal with so many roosters chasing them.

If 1st Lt. and Drummer Boy can catch them, they'll be someone's chicken dinner before the week is out.

Sorry, I don't do photos of rooster killings.