My suspicions of at least one rooster were confirmed yesterday morning. I was getting my first cup of coffee about 6:45 when I heard this dying cat crossed with bawling calf sound from outside the kitchen window. Confused, I stumbled out only to find our little BR guy trying to crow. He let out three more blasts that sounded as pitiful as the first. He was at it again this morning. Guess we'll be having a chicken dinner in a few more weeks....Shame too as he's a really nice bird, but we can't have roosters since we live in town.
