There once was a rooster named Roger
Who was quite the horny young codger
When the feeling hit, then
He could jump on a hen
And when he was finished, he'd dodge her.

Yes, it's summer on the farm and the season is bringing out the hormones in the roosters. Even Rocky, the third string roo, is trying to crow and get a little attention from the hens. Roger remains the dominant rooster, though, and tries to interrupt the amorous activities of Jean-Bob and Rocky (I don't think this would happen if the hens wouldn't squawk so much when the rivals jump them). The Reds, and the Red Sex links, seem resigned to having Roger's attention now and quietly submit. One of the RSL's, a little flirt named Shadow (because she follows me around the barnyard), was the first to start crouching submissively for Roger when he does his pre-coital rooster dance for her.

Seventeen eggs this last week. Missing one of the laying hens put a damper on production, but some of the pullets will probably be laying by summer's end, judging from the occasional soft shelled eggs I've been finding.

This last week I isolated the White Rock that was acting strange. I checked her out and it looks like she has cataracts. She has really perked up since I isolated her, though - probably because in the small quarters she can find food and water easily. Unfortunately, it's not going to pay to keep her that way, and so I think a date with the dinner table is in her future.