Cock-A-Doodle.....Dead...Part III

My brother has almost recovered from his fight with a flesh eating virus that nearly took his leg and his life last fall and has been staying with Mom while he recuperates. He's gotten a little bored and has decided that he wanted to get in the egg business. Only one thing was missing: A rooster! After scouring the local farms and the local paper Brother decided on a Dominique (Dominikers) rooster that had gray and black coloring that was 8 weeks old. He shelled out 5 bucks for the prized cock and was now in the egg business. Or so he thought. That rooster was afraid of his own shadow. The first time Brother introduced him to the 4 hens that bird freaked out. He started flapping his wings and making the most awful sound imaginable. Mom had the back door open watching the romancing of the hens and before she could shut the screen door that mini Foghorn Leghorn had run straight into the house followed closely by Shadow the Cat, Brother, Betty the hen that thinks she's a rooster and Mom screaming "I'm gonna kill that bird..."