Of course I'm talking about a chicken. What kind of blog do you think this is??
I had my suspicions that this little chap was a fella, these were strengthened when his comb and wattles started to grow at an alarming rate of knots and finally, a couple of weeks ago I saw him crowing. I'd heard an odd noise outside a few times - it sounded like a cross between a bird in distress and a baby dinosaur. When Boyfriend went to let the chickens out the next morning he heard the odd noise coming from inside our coop. On letting him out we witnessed him romping across the yard doing this funny two-toned screech and, once we finished laughing, we realised what he was trying to do.
I won't lie, I'm a bit gutted. We'd agreed to let any boys go but this one's so cute, how can we? We've christened him Cocky.
It gets worse. We've got another one.
Last week I was making a brew when I heard Cocky giving it big licks and ... what was that? It sounded like one of the others was trying to copy him (and making a slightly better job of it). I stuck my head out of the window for a look and sure enough, there was this little chap following up with his own, slightly drawn out three-tone crowing. Great.
This one is the noisiest and tamest of the group, he will jump up and peck your fingers if you don't feed him. Or creep round behind you and peck the backs of your legs. Earlier I was crouched down taking these photos and he crept up behind me and pecked my backside. I kid you not. He squeals like a piglet the whole time he's doing this. We've christened him Squealer.
So there we are, two boys in the pack and we can't bear to let either of them go. We really need to downsize our flock as our new house doesn't have as much space for them, so I've no idea what we're going to do. Maybe give away some of our older girls. But we've tried to decide which ones and we don't want to lose any of them!
So for the foreseeable future we are a 15 chicken family. And that's it. NO MORE CHICKENS!
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