Here at Tulip Tree Hill, there are three hens and two roosters who are on a seemingly constant search for insect delicacies. The hens provide me with an average of two eggs a day, more than enough for myself and for sharing. Fresh eggs from free-roaming, pasture raised hens are hard to beat. The yolks are orange rather than the sickly yellow of your typical grocery store eggs, and the flavor is more intense. And the roosters are great - waking up to the sound of a rooster crowing is far preferable to the mechanized sound of an alarm clock.
They also take good care of their ladies. If they find a particularly tastey morsel, they will call to the hens and let them have first chance at it. If there is a threat to the flock such as a nearby hawk, they'll sound an alarm so the girls can hide while they stay out in the open. I'm not sure if their plan is to take on the hawk or to sacrifice themselves. Thankfully it hasn't come to that. Yet.
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