A Rooster's World ...

Black feathers tinged green in the sunlight, red comb redder than red, a fine specimen deserving a fine name Harry. His harem of assorted Matildas gathered close, submitting to his every whim, in return protected under black beaded eyes. Strutting around the place like He own it. Who could crow louder and clearer than Gentle Harry. Matildas have eggs to lay and chicks to hatch and bugs to catch. Life was just right here in his backyard. One fine day a new rooster peeped from under his mother's black wing, a whole new world out there Halve a dozen fluffy chicks learning the ways of being a chicken under Matildas watchful eye.Nothing rocks Big Harry's world

Until a fateful day Harry injures his leg protecting his girls, he wins the fight but loses his dignity. The lady of the house can't do much for his broken spur and bust up leg. Time will heal those wounds and save his dignity, Harry crows no more. His girls left to protect themselve now.They stay close by. The only crow now is the young rooster just practicing his stuff, no father figure to keep him in check no more. Until now he has no name but Dennis comes to mind when he sees the lady of the house. Dennis starts winding up the girls as his testosterones work overtime like any teenager rooster. He pesters every single hen within his sight. There is little Harry can do about that. A new order is slowly starting to take place, one where Harry is not the Boss anymore. It's time Harry need to heal that leg, first Mom used to carry him out to sit in his shady spot under the tree, where he could keep and eye on his girls. Slowly Harry is starting to hobble along again like an old man with a walking stick. Mom still scoops him up when he's to slow getting back to the chook palace before bedtime. But Harry is hanging in there waiting for the day he can sort out that Dennis the menise, show him who owns this here backyard!