Paul's friend (Paul) recently asked if we wanted a rooster. He said he had a 'wimpy' rooster with a weak crow that was getting picked on by his other rooster.
So we said sure, we'd take him.
Paul didn't find out his name, so I've been calling him Crockett.
The ladies were very interested to meet him.
Little J.P. admired his tail feathers.
And so begins polygamy at Two Bears Farm.