I have a love-hate relationship with my rooster. Wait a minute, take the love out of that. Maybe I love to hate him. Yep, that's it. He is pretty to watch strut around the yard but at this point in his juvenile life, he has no other redeeming qualities. He's so mean to the girls and the crowing! He is making his presence known morning, noon and night. This morning, he woke me up at 6:00 and made himself horse. When I went out to the coop to let them out, he glared at me as if to say, "I have been calling you for hours, woman!" He was clearly perturbed. I reminded him it was Saturday. One of us needs to adjust to the farm. I'm afraid I'm the one that is going to have to adjust though. Either that, or we are going to have rooster noodle soup and soon!