It all started when my neighbor found a nearly frozen-to-death rooster in her tree after a fierce snowstorm that dumped about a foot of snow here. We got him out of the tree, fed him, and now my neighbor loves him and calls him "Doodle." We have our own name for him, "Henry the Red." We have no idea where he came from, but now he's spoiled rotten ever since he left that tree. We got young hens that spring and soon enough he was checking them out and now he "lives" with his two "wives". Lucky rooster. Our hens are a white with some black hen that we call "Shadow" and a red hen we named "Henrietta." They both lay brown eggs and are adorable.