Last July I allowed our broody hen to sit on (and hatch) two fertile eggs.
I knew that it was 50/50 that one would be a boy.
Can you guess which one? I sure couldn’t.
Broody Momma taught them everything about living in our garden chicken pen.
They were attentive to her every sound and movement.
They paid little attention to me, however, as I visited daily, constantly snapping photos.
They even posed once in awhile.
I gave them generic names: Tweety and Blue.
And then, one began to show certain” signs.”
Jim said,”You’ve got a rooster there, Beck.”
I lived in denial.
Tweety is so cute!
And then It happened:
I think I’ve located a new home for him. It might take a few weeks to make the transfer. Please let me know if he is bothering you. So far he’s only crowed a couple of times each day, and not super early in the morning.
Actually, he’s scared of all the girls.
Click below to hear him crow.