Back in July I added my first three baby hen chicks to our home. We had a mate pair of bantams that were gifted to us a few months prior. I go to a breeder who sexed the three with what he said would be about 90% accuracy. I'm ok with that. As weeks go by I notice one is developing a waddle and comb far faster than the other New Hampshire Red. Still I had hope. At 8 weeks this thing had feet bigger than my four year old daughter. Well, as of yesterday, it's official. With being woken up at 5:30am to the sound of a Peter Brady-ish cock-a-doodle-do two mornings in a row, the hen I named after my dead grandmother Zoelide is now named Rock Hudson.
