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.