Feathers fluffed, eyes locked, and egos the size of a hacienda—two Mexican roosters stand off in silence, as if the air around them is thick with pride. It’s the animal kingdom’s version of a tense pause before the real business begins. Each rooster knows that this moment isn’t just about the fight ahead, but about asserting dominance, staking a claim. With every step, they send a message: 'I’m the one who rules this roost.' What follows may be a clash of feathers and beaks, but the true battle is one of wills—the unspoken competition for supremacy.