The Rooster – 2

I woke this morning to a sound I know I have heard before – that has struck terror into my heart before. Cock-a-doodle-do.
The only reasonable explanation is that the chicken Y chromosome is infectious in more than the usual way. One of my hens was infected before I tossed out the last male and has now turned into a rooster!
So that is nonsense. However, the thing is definitely a rooster. It seems to have grown about four inches over the Independence Day holiday, leaned out, and grew a crown. I was assuming that one of the hens would become overly-dominant when the cock of the walk was sent to his reward, but this is an unforeseen development.
The long and the short of it: I now and always have had five hens.