I'm {not overly} sorry, Mr. Roosters.

You've been bad, Maximus.  We named you Maximus because from your beginning crow, you put your Max effort into being heard.  And then that soon changed into putting your Max effort into defending what you thought was your territory.  I don't think you realized when you decided to show me that you were boss that I'm married to the real boss.

And you, Beautiful Ridge, didn't really do anything wrong.  I'm not sure where the children came up with your name.  You are beautiful, but I don't think I'll miss your incessant crowing much either.  Your wide variety of feather colors sure displayed the creativity of our Creator.

Whew.  Now I can relax a little when I go out to get clothes off the line and not have to bribe a child to stand guard with a broom. 

{Now you know...I've been scared silly by an 8 pound rooster!}