I am one of those people who believe there is too much testosterone in the world, and one of the better things about aging is that some of it just dies off. We recently discovered that Freaky is not a she but a he, and his testosterone is emerging. In the last few days, he has begun to strut and crow, like many men do – just watch any NFL wings party or a video of most members of congress or presidential candidates. I think Freaky will be a good rooster. He is easy around people and keeps a close watch on the hens, keeping them near the farmhouse and the barn.

I like this use of testosterone. Reminds me to speak up for myself, to crow for life. His crowing is still pretty pathetic, but give him time. We heard him at 4 a.m. this morning and in a few weeks he will be raising the barn roof.