I say: “Our two roosters seem to be quite good friends.”
He says: “Yes. They’ve established a hierarchy. They all know their place.
That’s what’s so good about chooks.”
We used to know our places too.
So I say: “Yeah. None of this feminism stuff.”
I’m laughing. As a woman I can do that.
I’m imagining Progress in the Chicken House.
“Grow a tail, girls.
Stretch your wattles.
Enough of this thieving
We need to learn to crow,
If they can do it, girls,
we can do it better.”
The price of eggs
would go up.