Rallying the troops

Oliver told me he needed to go outside because his "war" was starting. When I looked outside, this is what I saw.


At first I thought he had let out our little ladies and they had unwittingly become part of his army, but when I came outside, he told me, "See those roosters? (Even though our chicks were "sexed," we ended up with two roosters.) I've decided they're big enough and I'm gone shoot 'em so we can eat 'em for dinner."
Don't worry, Daddy Jeff. Even though we live in the city, his "Horn" roots can't be buried.