In the 80's a big Houston biddnes guy and his wife retired to a "Green Acres" lifestyle near my Dad in central Texas. He wanted to raise chickens for eggs.
He bought 500 hens and 500 roosters.
My old man almost whipped himself to death laughing and they ate fried chicken for months.
“The Coolidge Effect” in the field of biology is named after the following anecdote:
The President and Mrs. Coolidge were being shown [separately] around an experimental government farm. When [Mrs. Coolidge] came to the chicken yard she noticed that a rooster was mating very frequently. She asked the attendant how often that happened and was told, “Dozens of times each day.” Mrs. Coolidge said, “Tell that to the President when he comes by.” Upon being told, President asked, “Same hen every time?” The reply was, “Oh, no, Mr. President, a different hen every time.” President: “Tell that to Mrs. Coolidge.”