The first challenge, aside from accepting my feathery reality, was learning the new social dynamics of the coop. I was once a man who tackled office politics with a smile; now, I had to navigate the pecking order—literally. There was Cluck Norris, the reigning king of the roost, and Henrietta, the diva with plumage to match. As I tried to make sense of it all, a certain rooster caught my eye. He strutted with an elegance that belied his species, and I found myself inexplicably drawn to him.
Could a chicken be... attracted to another chicken?!