I love watching the older chicks in the morning... they've given me my morning laugh the last couple of days.
So one of our Welsummer boys found his "voice" and has been practicing a very pathetic and hilarious crow the last few days. Sounded like a squeaker toy that has met the end of it's days. I let them out this morning and stood there watching for a few like I do every day, just looking them over as best I can with half a cup of coffee in me. They're all foraging/playing and then all of a sudden Kevin crows, scared the entire group back inside the coop. They all stopped what they were doing and ran as quick as they could back in. I almost fell over with laughter. Had to lure them back out with some scratch on the ground. The next time he crowed they didn't blink an eye.