Replying to myself - is that the same as talking to yourself? ; ) Ok, Sheba is perfect. I have no idea what last night was all about. She couldn't even walk, this morning up and acting as if nothing happened. I kept her away from the other chickens today, just to be on the safe side.
I have heard that hens can sometimes crow but . . . you probably have a rooster. I do not think 3 months old is too young for him to start trying to crow, but again, I don't know a heck of a lot. My rooster started crowing a few months back, and he is now about 7 months old. My hens started laying at 6 months old, and I had reviewed the breed and they were not supposed to start laying until a year old! Go figure. My rooster also crows at 2:00 in the morning, I usually get up to go make sure everything is ok. When we had hurricanes back 10 years ago, I brought all of my chickens into the house - in animal crates, and the rooster would crow all night long . . .
My Orpington crowed at 4-5 weeks but I had two chicks that crowed around 16 weeks but made weird noises from about 10 weeks. Everyone swore they were hens. I re homed them so I don't know for sure.
Putting in my 2 cents: Marilyn, our buff orpington and Norma, our light sussex started looking cockerel-ish so I posted their pics here and sure enough, just about everyone said, cockerel. About I dunno, lets say 2/3 weeks later Marilyn got renamed Marlin. Set yourself down and I'll tell ya how it went
Lol love itPutting in my 2 cents: Marilyn, our buff orpington and Norma, our light sussex started looking cockerel-ish so I posted their pics here and sure enough, just about everyone said, cockerel. About I dunno, lets say 2/3 weeks later Marilyn got renamed Marlin. Set yourself down and I'll tell ya how it went Once upon a time I was sound asleep when I was rudely awakened by the musical styling of a young cockerel at 0 dark 30. Jumping out of bed, I ran my PJed carcass out to the mini barn to fetch my early morning serenader and brought him in. Each pacing step I took as I roamed the house with him was accompanied with whispered pleas of " please stop please stop." Each 3rd or 5th step accompanied with an ever increasing annoying CA CA CAAAAACA EHHHHHhghhhr. My sleepy eyed kids circled and complained..my wife uttering "Shut him UP! "Oh what to do? No amount of searching on my part would produce the key to my work shop that ajoins our back patio..where the animal crates are. My sleep deprived head came up with the solution of wrapping him up in a towel and holding him close to me, which by day he loved very much to the point of begging to be picked up. It worked. He softly coo cooed as he gazed up at me and began to settle down,. Thusly, that became our "getting to know you" time. From that moment on, each morning, I would be roused from my slumber by Marlin the Bugling Roo and I would bring him in. W e'd set in the family room and watch tv...or...yep...cuddle in bed. The End
That is amazingly hilarious!Putting in my 2 cents: Marilyn, our buff orpington and Norma, our light sussex started looking cockerel-ish so I posted their pics here and sure enough, just about everyone said, cockerel. About I dunno, lets say 2/3 weeks later Marilyn got renamed Marlin. Set yourself down and I'll tell ya how it went
Once upon a time I was sound asleep when I was rudely awakened by the musical styling of a young cockerel at 0 dark 30. Jumping out of bed, I ran my PJed carcass out to the mini barn to fetch my early morning serenader and brought him in. Each pacing step I took as I roamed the house with him was accompanied with whispered pleas of " please stop please stop." Each 3rd or 5th step accompanied with an ever increasing annoying CA CA CAAAAACA EHHHHHhghhhr. My sleepy eyed kids circled and complained..my wife uttering "Shut him UP! "Oh what to do? No amount of searching on my part would produce the key to my work shop that ajoins our back patio..where the animal crates are. My sleep deprived head came up with the solution of wrapping him up in a towel and holding him close to me, which by day he loved very much to the point of begging to be picked up.
It worked. He softly coo cooed as he gazed up at me and began to settle down,. Thusly, that became our "getting to know you" time. From that moment on, each morning, I would be roused from my slumber by Marlin the Bugling Roo and I would bring him in. W e'd set in the family room and watch tv...or...
yep...cuddle in bed. The End
