Travis calling the kingdom. The sun still burns warm over Cedar Paddock, spilling gold across the turning leaves. It is fall in Marthasville — the kind of season that fools you into thinking summer might never end. From the red house, Travis greets the morning. His crow rolls low and steady through the air — not as strong as before the fight, but rich with certainty. His leg still stiffens when he walks, but the hens follow him anyway, trusting his quiet rhythm. Each step he

The days are still warm in Marthasville — the kind of autumn that clings to summer just a little too long. The sun hangs low and lazy, stretching golden light across the paddock, and the chickens bathe in it like they know winter is still far away. But the peace doesn’t last long. Because this is the season of voices. It began quietly, almost shyly — a cracked, uncertain sound from the White House run. Bobby in the White House Bobby. Small but bold, he threw back his head a

Ricky demanding to be the Alpha The morning after the battle, the paddock felt hollow. Feathers still clung to the grass like fallen banners. The hens moved quietly, unsure which silence to honor — the silence of fear, or the silence of relief. Ricky was gone.Taken from the kingdom he had tried to claim, he now brooded in another coop beyond the red house, his crow echoing faintly across the pasture like a ghost of his own ambition. The walls that held him were not just wire

Episode 1: The Wounded Protector Every kingdom must face the rise of challengers, and in our paddock, the throne has long belonged to Travis . With his burnished feathers and commanding crow, Travis was more than a rooster — he was a legend. The hens knew his discipline: he kept order, he guarded fiercely, and when danger lurked at the edges of the farm, he was first to strike. But in the shadows of his reign, a younger rival stirred. Ricky , still in the fiery throes of roob