I had a little white silkie rooster who lived with four giant red sex link hens. He would complain but I think he had good reason to. When the four hens decided they wanted to run across the yard he would be left behind and would end up chasing after them and pulling tails to get into the lead...
I think every flock has a complainer. Mine was a sweet tempered wyandotte. Sweet, that is, to the humans. She was an evil witch to the hens. So we called her witch and she would complain about just about everything. She complained that the grapes were hogged by the other hens but when I...