Roosters serve two purposes, the first to serve as the rural alarm clock, cockadoodledooing at the crack of dawn 365 days a year. The other is to keep an entire flock of hens happy. Should another cock dare to trespass upon another cock’s plot, that’s when the spurs, beaks, claws and squawking really kick in. In a frenzy of feathers and KFC core matter, only one cock survives to wake the world the next morning.
