Farewell Norman?

Looks like the rooster(s??) is getting a new home. He crowed at 4:50am on Friday. And the alarm clock was consistently at 6:30 on Sunday and this morning. But, he's a lady's man, sharing his treasures he finds in the leaves. He calls them over and drops whatever delicious bug or piece of dirt he's pecked out of the earth. If they don't eat it, he'll pick it up and drop it again, like, take the hint bitches. He has a sexy dance where he drops a wing and skitters like he's having a stroke. Sometimes, Shorty will let him have sex with her after that straight up wooing. And, no small potatoes, he cost us an f-ing pretty penny with three vet visits with that dang cold when we first got him. There's a family in Des Moines that seems to want him, and Sean too. We'd like to give them away together since they came together and are buddies. Although, Norman has hit it off much better with the ladies. Shorty even laid her first egg after Norman laid her. Gross. Poor Sean is like It's Pat. We have no idea if he's a boy or a girl (although I lean toward boy so I'll take that pronoun). We'll never find out I guess, since it looks like those folks will come get them. Sad times. I like getting animals, but not giving them.