A friend of mine has a little flock of Rhode Island red hens. Until yesterday a big studly looking RIR rooster was in charge. He had all those pretty hens to himself and life was going great. Then a little banty rooster from down the road showed up, and the fight was on. The banty beat the living crap out of the RIR and took half the hens home with him. He keeps coming back, chasing the big guy off, and picking up more girls. I think my friend is going to have to lock up his chickens or he's going to lose all of them, except for his big sissy of a RIR rooster, that is. We've named the banty rooster Napoleon.