Yesterday morning I was jolted out of my breakfast-making daze by an odd sound coming from the room I'm keeping the chicks in. I was terrified. I knew one of the dogs had found a way in and had bitten a chick, or something had lodged in a throat and the noise had been the chick's last gasping breaths . . . but when I checked on the chicks, they all seemed alert and happy. What on earth had that strange noise been? As I sat there pondering, my little black cochin chick craned his neck, flapped his wings, and "crowed" his heart out. It was the most pathetic, painful sounding thing, and it was music to my ears. As many chicks as I've raised, I have never heard one that young crow before. Why has no one ever told me what a wonderful thing I've been missing out on?