Roosters, as a rule, are not easily cowed. (See, for instance, Lisa’s story of the Phantom Chicken of Sonoma, just about this time last year.)
Now comes this Tennessee-bred bird, who arrives every morning to hang with his breaded relatives:
A red rooster sauntered down South Street in Collierville three months ago and now makes daily visits to Gus’s Fried Chicken at 215 S. Center, cock-a-doodle-doodling to herald his arrival.
Can they get him to go? Not a chance:
Collierville Animal Services has tried for months to catch the rooster before he gets attacked by a raccoon or other predators the plucky, wily rooster may face. They want to take him to a farm where he can be with fowl that still have a pulse.
“I’ve tried reasoning with him,” said shelter manager John Robinson. “I told him it’s not good for him to be hanging around Gus’s and that he might get himself in trouble. He doesn’t listen. He fears no man or Gus.”