We'd been talking about wanting to breed our own chickens but our current rooster, Speckles, wasn't getting the job done. We know he wasn't because our hens have gone broody on a couple occasions, and it turns out the eggs weren't even fertilized. ("Going Broody" refers to when a hen gets overcome with the desire to hatch baby chicks)
Roy is a rooster that was roaming loose in our neighborhood for awhile. He'd roost on our neighbor's Volvo every night, and after about a month we couldn't believe he hadn't been hit by a car or eaten by a predator. After a few too many beers one night we decided we should rescue Roy. Maybe he'd be more successful at mating with our hens.
He was roosting on the Volvo, predictably. We scooped him up and walked him down the block to our house and left him overnight. Roy's first few days prompted us to tepidly wonder if we'd made a mistake. He crowed a lot more, and a lot louder than Speckles. He also began lovemaking with all the ladies immediately, but it was a bit aggressive. Then one day I walked into the yard and found Speckles dead in a ditch, his EYES POKED OUT. It was possibly naive, dumb even, to allow 2 roosters to cohabitate. It's apparently common for roosters to eliminate any competition. I had no idea. And I was pissed. I really loved Speckles even though he was all but useless. And to poke his eyes out? What a dick.
Now we felt like parents who adopted a child and turned out to hate the kid. We couldn't bear to put him back on the street. And he is an older rooster so slaughtering him for food seemed a waste of time for all the work, he probably wouldn't taste any good. So Roy remains. Crowing sometimes at 3am, 4am, 5am, and whenever he damn pleases. He's beautiful, at least. And maybe he'll provide some baby chickadees in the spring if we decide to breed. But I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of Roy...