With the passage of time it became clear that our fears were not well founded: we only had two roosters in our collection of chickens, not the seven we originally suspected. As they grew the two roosters were starting to fight, and thus one had to go. Scruffy. Why Scruffy? Well, not only was he the smaller and the less dominant of the two, he was also not quite like other chickens. He had two extra claws on the one foot, and one extra claw on the other. And between the claws grew great big feathers...

Link, (Pdf, 58Kb)