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 unchecked male instincts without societal restraint.
The narrator acknowledges the truth in Jenny's observation, contemplating the similarities between the rooster and men acting without social conventions. While he may find the male bird's pursuits amusing, he also expresses a grudging admiration for the rooster's unabashed nature. This connection highlights both the humor and the underlying commentary on instincts and behaviors that can emerge when individuals operate without boundaries, leading to an exploration of the wild side of life and love.