The one pen was housing three of these fine looking beasts, but they spent far too much time fighting, "attacking" the hens and crowing. The crowing was the worst, one would start the others off and then they would be at it for ages seeing who could crow the loudest.
It might not have been so bad if I hadn't tried to teach my daughter how to do a "cock-a-doddle-do" and she only got as far as "cock". She then spent the rest of the day saying it over and over and pointing. I think I'll learn by that mistake!
Still I guess this is our first "farmed" meat and they had a pretty good life up until last night.