The Rooster

My favorite hen is actually a rooster....Someone with more farming experience than I probably could have told me that weeks ago. Perhaps I was just in denial. When I heard the crowing early last Saturday morning I thought I must be imagining that. Unfortunately, when I walked over to the coop to look more closely, there he stood proud as can be, crowing at the top of his little lungs. He is really the sweetest little guy. I told myself no roosters under any circumstances, but I may have to make an exception for him. The rest of the crew are definitely girls. Someone layed their first egg on the garden path on Sunday and there was another in the coop on Monday. Perfect little brown eggs....so awesome!