In the red house of Cedar Paddock, peace is never truly quiet — not with Gertie around. While Travis recovers indoors from his injured leg — a lingering reminder of the fierce fight with Ricky — the hens have settled into a rhythm all their own. But the rhythm has a voice: a low, throaty, unmistakable moooaaaaan that rolls across the run like a farmyard foghorn. That’s Gertie. She doesn’t cluck like the others. She moans — loudly, constantly, and unapologetically. It’s the so