When I first moved up here I was farming with a female friend. She had a teenage daughter, so there were just us 3 women on the farm. Various friends came to help with the move and early days, and it just so happened that all but one were female. (And the one 'he' was gay, as it happens!)
My farming partner had worked up here in her younger days, so still had some contacts here, one of whom was a now retired farmer. His nephew, a bachelor and also a farmer, decided to 'take us under his wing' and was tremendously helpful as we found our feet and learned to handle the moorland farm and its hefted flock.
He was visiting one day when the hens had got into the garden and we were shooing them out. "You'll need a cockerel to look after them", he said. "They don't need a cockerel! We don't want to rear any chicks, a cock will just boss them about, bother them with his attentions - and spurs. They're perfectly happy and safe without a cockerel." He looked very crestfallen, I never really understood why at the time.
You may have guessed that the nephew is now referred to on here as 'BH'... no wonder he was disappointed at the vehemence with which the (unknowing and unwitting) object of his affections declared that females needed no male to marshall them and were better off without them!