It's taken me awhile....but - slowly - I'm growing to love these little guys.
This one guy and these girls who surround him.

His call is that of a morning horn...determining my day's direction.

He cocks his head...puffs his chest....shouts his cockle-doodle.
l. The girls come running - or so it seems - each one hoping to be to his choosing.

I love their color.
I love their song.

I love to wake to the sound of this rooster's calling.