After weeks of speculating, it is official. We do have at least one rooster in our midst. Our suspicions were confirmed the other day when Lauren heard a strange crowing noise coming from the chicken pen. She wasn't looking at the chickens at the time and didn't know who it was.
Then, yesterday morning Earl and I heard the crowing, too. We've been suspecting that the former Rosita (now Rocky) and/or the former Stephanie (now Rambo) are roosters. So, based on the crowing, we've been waiting to find out which one of the two of them is the boy.
This morning the crowing began again around 8am when I went outside to take out the garbage. I slid back the cover on the chicken pen and watched to see who was crowing. One crow . . .
It wasn't Rocky.
"Nope, not me."
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So I waited . . .
Another crow . . .
It wasn't Rambo.
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At this point I'm thinking, "You've GOT to be kidding me!"
A few more crows came and went before I was able to lay eyes on the rooster. Big surprise, it was none other than . . .
Dad stopped by today to attach some larger diameter branches for the chickens' roost. He did a good job, but managed to mangle his poor fingers on the wire he used for attaching the branches. He was quite a mess by the time he finished.
Cutting the perches to the proper length.
The chickens waiting for the return of their roost.
We had a special request today to rename some of the chickens. My sister, Stephanie, didn't like her namesake (she said she was ugly) and wanted to have Chloe named after her. Then her kids, Bristol and Dylan, wanted to have chickens named after them and chose chickens that they liked, so here are the changes . . .