We now had three girls and one testosterone-pumped guy bird that spent every walking minute doing of of three things: pursuing sex, having sex or crowing boastfully about the sex he had just scored. Jenny observed that roosters are what men would be if left to their own devices, with no social conventions to rein in their baser instincts, and I couldn't disagree. I had to admit, I kind of admired the lucky bastard.
The narrator describes a lively and chaotic scene with three female birds and one overly eager male. This male is depicted as being constantly engaged in pursuits of mating activities, demonstrating a singular focus on reproduction that leaves no time for anything else. His behavior, from pursuing romantic interests to boasting about his successes, captures the essence of unrestrained masculinity. Jenny remarks on the primal nature of roosters, suggesting they reflect...