Jogoo wa Mtaa; The story of a Rooster that Serves the Entire Community

My landlord rears chicken and ducks. The ducks are a bit laid back than the ones I know from back home. One of my mama's friends keeps them as security because they bite people. Literally. So when I first moved here, I was so scared I could sneak in and out like a thief so as not to startle the ducks with the fear that they too, were biters. A few months down the line, we came to know each other, understand each other and I even apologized for my underlying presumption of duck nature. I have even named the male one Joey Tribbiani like the one from friends and two of the female ones Suzan and Yasmine. The rest of them we don't 'talk' as much.

Now, the ducks and the chicken have been living in harmony for the time I have known them. The rooster however has a habit of a typical Kenyan married man, leaving home early and coming back late at night, probably drunk. We cross paths by the river when I am headed to the campsite at quarter to 7am EAT. I have never had the courage to say something so we just give each other 'the look' and continue to our various destinations. 

Here is where it gets interesting. One of the people residing nearby, an elderly man recently came over with a chicken. At first I thought it is one of ours that lost its way and joined a different flock hence ending up at the wrong house but it wasn't. It was a present. Our landlord's male domestic fowl had done a good job fertilizing people's chicken and now the returns were streaming in. I have never been proud.