Big Red Hen tells me if I don't make up with Banty, I'll never have chicks of my own. Maybe, but I can't think about that. I try to stay on the other side of the yard and just ignore him, but it isn't easy. He mopes about and acts like I'm the one who... Well, I did break up with him, DD. But really, he should pull himself together. I'm not the only chicken in the world, and there's the flock to think of. He's been sulking around the place, he isn't crowing in the morning, no one can get up on time, this is awful. He's lucky there's no other cockerel coming up behind him just now. If he's not careful, he's going to lose his place and the other chickens will start to peck at him. I'm sorry it didn't work out but he's just not the one for me.