This summer we ordered a new batch of pullets. For those of you who don't speak chicken....that means girl chicks. They have been eating and growing for months now. We are anticipating eggs soon. It takes a while before they produce.
EJ says to me one morning, "I think one of those hens crowed at me."
Me, "You mean clucked?"
EJ "No, cock-a-doodle dooed at me. I think we got a rooster in our order!"
Me, "No way, you think?"
Ladies and gentlemen, meet the first Rooster ever to live at Four Sisters Farm.
He should be a hen and look like this...
He should be a hen and look like this...Please do not get attached to Mr. Rooster. He won't be staying long. Roosters can be aggressive and they also (here is your birds and bees lesson for the day) fertilize the eggs. No thank you.
I'm thinking chicken soup sounds good.
Oh, just let Daisy out to have a little fun! Then you want have to worry about the axing of poor little rooster's head. You know the throat? HEE HEE
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