Roosters are mean!

I love all animals, let me make that perfectly clear from the beginning. That and roosters are really mean. Not just mean, but dastardly evil and mean.

Decades ago, when I lived outside city limits on a small acreage, I decided I wanted to raise chickens for their fresh eggs. Born and raised just outside New York City, country living hadn’t been on my radar for the future, but I began seeing myself…