A couple weeks ago, some irresponsible stranger dumped a couple of rooster brothers on our lawn and sped away. The pair hung back for a couple days, too shy to meet the hens, and roosting in the trees at night.

We did eventually catch them. Our neighbor, Dona, who helps out here, took one of the roosters home with her – the troublesome one, so we thought. But once again, we are greenhorns in these matters and Dona’s rooster is superior to ours. By superior, I mean that he is so meek, so trepidatious, that she has named him Wimpy. It took him a week to work up the courage to sleep in the coop.