Cock-a-doodle-do

This is our accidental rooster. He has no name and he is beginning to get the hang of this crowing thing. This morning, he started at 6:00 a.m., which is fine for me since we are almost always awake before then. Today I noticed that he has learned to crow in two syllables instead of just the cawing sound he began with. It's fun (for me anyway) to hear the progression.  He is really no louder than the two dogs next door or the very loud peacocks that roam the neighborhood, but I am sure that at some point we will need to find him a new home. In the meantime I kind of like him.

His girls don't seem to mind his early morning singing either, they just seem to go about their business like nothing is different.

Some of the chickens are now about four months old, so in another month or two I'm going to be looking for some fresh eggs. Some of the family has been saving egg cartons for us; I think we're going to need them.

Loud Noises Coming From the Coop

Two weeks ago I installed the new roosts inside the coop and there has not been too much interest in them until this week. For the past few days the girls (and boy I think) have been going inside to sleep. It's really cute to watch them hop from one bar to the other as they wrestle for just the right spot on the top roost.

The possibility that we have a rooster is becoming more clear as of this morning. One of the two Barred Rock chickens has grown much larger than the other one and the cone and waddles are really growing as well. This morning there were a few loud cawing noises from the coop about 5:30 a.m. They have been very quiet until now, so we'll see how this progresses. I might be looking for a home for this one soon.