Description
Look. They named me Belinda before anyone heard my amazing and wonderful squeaky crowing. I was dumped in the city and I spent really quite a long time wandering around, not sure what I ought to do. Then I met some humans and they put food out for me and seemed to like me (this was before they knew I was a rooster). I had a really fun time playing hide and seek with them, but finally I got tired of that game and allowed them to catch me. They were very happy to find me a permanent home here at this farm, and – what a miracle! – they were also happy to hear that I was a rooster. Because roosters rock. I am totally in love with Harriet and Faith, the big white hens.
