The New Rooster

A farmer brought home a new rooster, and the first thing the newcomer did was track down the old rooster and let him know what was up.
"You're all washed up," he told the old-timer. "I'm the head rooster now, so you're just gonna have to clear off. All these hens belong to me now!"
"I'll make you a deal," said the old rooster. "We'll race from here to the barn, and the winner gets to be the head rooster. Surely a young guy like you can beat me in a race."
"Hah! That's easy! I'll even give you a head start!"
Without another word, the old rooster took off running. He was much faster than he looked, and not long after the young rooster sprinted after him. The gap between them was closing as they passed in front of the farmhouse, where the farmer sat on the porch. Suddenly, the farmer jumped up, shotgun in hand and BLAM!!! --- nothing but a cloud of feathers remained where the young rooster had been.
"Goddamn it," said the farmer. "That's the third gay rooster I've bought this week."