I've taken several pictures of the lonely rooster who used to belong to the next-door neighbor and somehow ended up living here, roosting at night in our barn. For lack of better companionship, he's been keeping company with our calves.
Cliff has developed a rather grudging affection for that old rooster; if he feeds the calves, he'll toss a handful of their grain on the ground. Lately old Rooster actually approaches Cliff, begging politely.
In recent days I've told Cliff, "That rooster needs a hen."
"No, he does not," Cliff would say. "He has his calves."
But some lady Cliff works with happened to be culling her chickens, and Cliff took one off her hands and brought her home last night.
Old Mr. Rooster is lonely no more.