He's one tough gizzard. It has no more rules than a cockfight. Like a cock that thought the sun had risen to hear him crow. Like a fox in the hen house. Like a mother hen.
Noise proves nothing.
Often a hen who has merely laid an egg cackles as if she had laid an asteroid. Not worth crowin' about. She has the pointed feathers. She rules the roost. So hot you could fry an egg.