Since Mr. Hyde’s recovery after the other roosters got after him and the Crooked Little Hen loved him back to health, he’s been a different rooster. A kinder rooster. A gentler rooster. He keeps to himself quite a bit, and spends most of his time in the goat yard these days. Sometimes he sits down in the yard and takes a nap, but most of the time he guards the perimeter. (Or something. What else is he doing standing at the fenceline like that?) He stares out into the woods like a livestock guardian dog. For hours. Above, there he was first thing this morning.
Here he was an hour later. He’s just moved over a few feet.
Then he got tired and sat down.
Poky came over and tried to visit.
Mr. Hyde: “Excuse me! Working here!”
On duty. Do not interrupt.