Roosters are such fun. There's nothing neater than a rooster crow in the morning (midmorning, noon, afternoon, and pretty much all day long until dark). This is why we moved out of the city three years ago! Roosters are such funny things. When they are chicks and I put my hand in the brooder, they come running up like they think they are such big things and I should be so scared! When they move to the great outdoors, their chest butting and kicking is so comical. The first rooster crow makes me laugh every time. My breed of choice is Brahma, so the clumsy big-foot lumbering through the yard also brings a smile to my face. And of course when they grown, they are (almost) always absolutely beautiful. My head roo is so gentle with his ladies. When one of my hens got mauled by a dog, I brought her inside to heal. When she rejoined the flock, Rocky stood guard over her. When China, my buff Brahma, had bumblefoot, quite often when I would have to get her to change her bandage Rocky would stand between her and me. He won't let any of the younger guys mount his ladies, although my serama roo, Romeo, is his friend. I guess he knows that a chicken not much bigger than his foot isn't a threat. My younger guys are just coming into their manhood and are much more entertaining than any television show. I read on this site about all the BYCers that can't or don't have roos and all I think about is how much they are missing the joys of owning a rooster!