I'm hearing something from my 3 m/o chicken that sounds oddly like it might be crowing. Darn. We thought Grace Jones might be a Ziggy Stardust, but she was just a goofy looking Polish. Then I noticed Aretha Franklin was getting a bigger comb and waddle than her blue Andalusian sister Janis Joplin. They are the same breed and age, so I thought that might be a bad sign. "She's" also the first out of the coop in the morning and the bravest of the group. Ugh. I was told by the feed store that I could bring roosters back to them. I'm just sad. This is what happens when you get attached to your animals. Oh well. It has to be done. This is what happens when you have chickens in the city. The sound isn't a complete "cock-a-doodle-do" yet. It's just the "A-roo" part. lol Does that make sense?