About the Moa

The Roosters were an interesting bunch, and they were everywhere.  Roosters never appealed to me that much, and I mostly questioned why they popped up here and there as a symbol in France.
I gained new respect for the rooster when I learned that his behaviour in the barnyard is more one forced by circumstance than natural.  In the wild, the rooster is monogamous: one rooster, one hen.  Where there is danger, the rooster will position himself between the source of danger and the hen, protecting her.  At night, the two half climb, half fly up the tree for the night, with the rooster nudging the hen in front of him, again for her safety.

There was still the symbol thing.  I heard from a source, whose reliability may be questioned, that the reason the rooster is a symbol for the french, is because he is the only animal who will still sing with both his feet in shit.  Be that as it may, Tahitian roosters had no internal  clock, and they sang continuously starting in the wee hours of the morning, long before daylight.  That, in spite of their commendable monogamy did not endear them to me.