I went to check on the bees yesterday and came back about two hours later. I came in through the back door but after a while I thought I heard something at the front door. When I looked there were three boxes on the porch, a live rooster in each one. I have never had or wanted to have chickens. They are currently (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman)-a-doodling around the backyard.

There's an easy to fix to roosters you don't want.

Dinner.

Somebody has a sense of humor or just figured your existence would be measurably improved with some fowl company! LOL

Winner, winner!

Soup
I just skin roosters plenty of fat for the pot yet.

I would consider that an enemy attack and launch an investigation. I will not tolerate a rooster crowing outside my bedroom window whenever I want to sleep in! That is an act of war. One of your neighbors had to have captured their image(s) on their doorbell cameras. Find the culprit(s) and launch a counter- attack. My rule is always get evener:)

Hei Hei!!! That little character MADE the movie

Which movie?

Moana

Cookie cutter garbage from Disney. But that little rooster was a hoot

Now you retaliate with duck, duck, duck.

Goose!

Keith

Look on the bright side, you now have three free chicken dinners.

Duck Duck Goose was the most stress-inducing childhood game in my memory bank

Did you went them to choose you as the goose or not?

Keith

I didn’t know and I still don’t!

Then you never played a game called "stretch" when you were a kid. We (the local kids) used to play it with our jackknifes. I couldn't stretch far but I knew how to throw a knife!

Sounds dangerous!! Never heard of that one! Tell me more

You stood a few feet apart facing each other. One player would throw his knife into the ground. Where it stuck was where the opponent would have to put a foot. If it didn't stick in the ground your opponent would not have to move and it would be his turn to throw the knife. The first one to fall or fail to stretch to the knife stuck in the ground loses. A simple game for much simpler times.

Sounds much more fun than all those video-whatchacallit dohicky thingamabobs kids these days play with. a few years ago I saw a bunch of kids' letters to Santa in the local newspaper, and everyone wanted a "switch". I was like, "why do all of these kids want a switch???" I was thinking this kind of switch: Switch [swiCH] a slender, flexible shoot cut from a tree.
Turns out it was some kind of video game thingamajig.