Caution: If you have never lived around chickens and a rooster, don’t waste your time reading this; only if you now have or once had a rooster will you truly understand my lingering discontentment.
In a faraway time, in a faraway place, the White River Valley south of Presho in 1894, was inhabited by the pure Norwegian stock of Mike, Andrew, Ole, Martha, and Anna Halvardsgaard and—among other…