Happy Hank

I am writing this post for those of you who worried that a bachelor's life would be too stressful for Hank, the rooster.  Ever since he has been banished from the fancy chicken's henhouse (you don't bite the hand that feeds you!), he has been living in the hayloft of the barn.  Each night he returns there to roost, and each morning I open the door and out he comes to galavant around the farm.

In the beginning, he seemed a bit frustrated by the fact that all of the ladies were on the other side of the fence.

That was before he discovered the 45 chickens that live in the upper two henhouses...across the pastures.  Sometime in the past several weeks he has started to hang out around the upper houses.  What he knows is this.....these chickens get to leave their yard and free range all afternoon and evening.  That means lots of ladies for Hank.  

He has been enjoying his afternoon "dates".  Amazingly, Brad and Elvis don't seem to mind Hank's presence.

Meanwhile, down in the fancy pen, Rod Stewart has his own harem.  He stands very tall and proud these days...strutting his stuff for the girls.

All's well that ends well.  It seems that at least amongst the chickens, everybody is happy!

Hank....smiling...

Rod, doing the happy dance.....