Cock A Doodle Do.......what?

Okay, so my hubby and I are standing out by the corral speaking with our neighbor when I hear this boisterous crowing which is coming from my banty coop area.  So I say, "hubby, hear that? Two Crow has his full voice". I called him Two Crow because he goes "eerrrerrr.........ewww..." like he's run out of breath. So I'm feeling really good that after all this time his 'true' voice has come through.

Two Crow

Just then all of a sudden my hubby says "oh no! how did he get in there?" So I look over thinking 'he' was meaning my other banty rooster (Ol' Henry) which lives with the big girls had somehow gotten into the little coop area.

Ol' Henry

 But oh no that was'nt to be ........ my baby that was hatched a few months back, in which I thought Two Crow was just beginning to enjoy its company, has come out of the closet so to speak. He is up there proud as can be, crowing away like a big peacock, I mean Rooster. And all this time I thought I had another hen.

FogHorn

You should have seen the look on my neighbors face (priceless).  lol

He looked at us like we was plum foolish to not know the difference between a hen and a rooster.

FogHorn

Well, FogHorn (my daughter named him) was not showing any signs of being a rooster until this very moment. Well, he just could be trying to figure out who he is.

Who knows, maybe some day he'll be just like his daddy and find his one true love.

Ol' Henry and his one true love


Moral of story: Don't count your chick-hens until their older.