Rocky, the plymouth rock rooster,
struts about the yard
oozing proprietary confidence.
He takes his pleasure when, where
and with whomever he pleases.
The instant the araucanas began to lay
they attracted his carnal interest.
His genes are dominant.
Nine of the eleven chicks, hatched
this season, have variations of his barred plumage.
But even a stud like Rocky,
has to moult.
The two remaining tailfeathers
blow about in the wind,
like a very bad comb-over on
a bald man.
His undies are on view for all to see.
He still has all the moves
and can shake a tail feather - or two.
Mind you, Heckle doesn't seem too impressed
in this instance!
