Dear Mended Drum,
I have four chickens, all hens. But in recent mornings I've been hearing something that sounds suspiciously like a rooster crowing. What gives?
Alas, the anti-trans bathroom law in North Carolina has angered and confused everyone. Let your chickens be whoever they are in their hearts.
But the crowing is dangerously like mansplaining.
"Well, actually, Melba, if you notice the way the sun has arisen, that means it is morning and therefore a reasonable time for you to wake up. "
For the ultimate in cocksplaining, I recommend The Nun's Priest's Tale
, in which a rooster will explain to a hen that 1. laxatives are poisonous, 2. women are the source of man's first confusion, and 3. chickens can have prophetic dreams.
Surprisingly, one of these claims is correct.