We are fewer 3 roosters. They were getting us up at 5 each morning, and I'm pretty sure our neighbors were getting that same helpful awakening. As the biggest and prettiest of the brood, they definitely had their place, but now the 6 remaining hens are happier and eating like they are enjoying the elbow room.
All the deceased roosters looked like this one.

It died happy.

And had a somber burial.

They weren't sure this last one was a rooster, but as he found himself the king of all these queens, this unfortunate bird began to crow loudly...

Clay isn't cut out for this.