I went down to the farm store to get a new rooster for my hens. Picked up a nice healthy Rhode Island Red and brought him back to the farm.

Next morning dawned with no crow from the new rooster. I rushed to the hen house and all the hens were laying spent with their toungs hanging out, they looked dead.

"THAT FUCKING ROOSTER" I screamed.

Running now, I see a large flock of buzzards circling slowly over a figure in the barnyard.

It was the rooster laying feet up, his tounge out and eyes straight up. I knelt down and saw that he was still breathing. The buzzards circling.

"You Ok Little Buddy? I asked? He said in a whisper:

"Shhhhh, there getting closer!"