Guess it is time to blog about chickens and things. Last May, my good friend, Diane hatched several (maybe about 12) chicks and I got permission to keep chickens. Two chicks came home after they were old enough to leave the brooder. I got a naked neck and a sweet yellow/brown chicken. The one on the left is the Naked Neck that we called Cheep, cus it kept cheeping, and the one on the right we called Betsy Ross. Well, we ended up not keeping them both. Zoe, the wonderdog manage to get a hold of Betsy, and thinking that it was a squirrel, being fuzzy and everything, killed it. Many tears later, I got another. Cheep turned out to be a rooster. One morning it started to crow, about 6 am no less. I thought, maybe it is just a hen phase, as the internet says that some hens crow a little. Well, days later, it crowed louder and louder, and always about 6 am. I called Diane, and she took the roo back.
