Well, I accidentally sorted out four loads of laundry and put one of them in the washer, so I've once again failed to take the day off. I'm shot and need to rest and take pain killers and lie down with my feet up and my hips in a position that doesn't hurt (ha ha, ha ha) but there's so much to be done, and I think Ian's learning to crow, finally.
Also: what's the deal about "only one rooster on the place will crow?" that I keep reading all over BYC? I know it's not true from my experience with the Thousand Banty Army (especially because the fir tree next to my bedroom window was BOQ), and right now both the RSL and OEG roosters crow off and on all day: I like the sound, I'm not complaining. And the across-the-street neighbor's fryer pen was cetainly musically active.