Our first set of chicks who are now 9 weeks old are growing up sooooo fast. Tonight Poopybutt (yes I know, my girls named him at the store when they just had to have him/her at that time) crowed for the first time! The sun was just starting to set. He had jumped up on the outside roost in their enclosed run, stood straight up with outstretched wings and proudly sounded like a squeaky toy I was trying to re-design the garden hose setup for my garden when he did it. I stood up, clapped my hands and yelled "Yeah Poopybutt". My hubby and son came around the corner and said "what are you hollaring for"? I said that our baby boy had just crowed. They stood there for a little bit and sure enough he did it about 8 more times. Mind you this is the only one of our chickens that has a name. Had he not had pasty butt as a little thing, he would probably have been nameless as well. Now I told my hubby that we would probably have to think of a more appropriate name for him since I was going to tell everyone at BYC about this and hubby said "nope, he is Poopybutt and will always be, no matter what". So, here I tribute the day that my boy Poopybutt crowed. Not nearly as famous as Chickenduck, but loved just as much by his momma.