My daughter has chickens which means I get fresh eggs. Nothing you can buy in the stores stands up to really fresh eggs. This is a picture of her rooster named "Mable" who was named before they knew he was a rooster. Now Mable thinks Melissa is his mate. He comes up to her and puffs his feathers out and does a little feet stamping dance and lets her pick him up and love on him. He follows her around the yard like a puppy dog. He is not too fond of the rest of the family, however.