I only have "girls" and when I sing outside the house they come running from where ever they happen to be foraging because they think I am going to give them their daily fix of dried mealworms. My ducks seem to prefer James Taylor tunes but they all head for the coop as if it were time for bed.
"When there is no life in the soil it is just dirt."
I have a tragic tale to tell!
Decades ago a friend of mine, (a student at the time), lived in a farm house which had chickens and a rooster called Roger. Phil, (my friend), started crowing to Roger, who would fly to the top of a post and reply. The time I witnessed the routine was 10pm and pitch black. Phil stepped outside and started crowing. We could here a thump as Roger leapt off his perch then a rustle, rustle and flap, flap as he flew up onto his post from where he crowed back to Phil. The two of them crowed back and forth for a few minutes until Phil had had enough. The tragedy was that Phil had to leave for the Summer holidays. Roger was ok for a few days but them took to a nest box and moped until he died!! I kid you not!! He couldn't face life without an opponent.
So...I guess the moral of the story is, that if you're going to start crowing to your resident rooster...don't stop!!
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