Okay, be honest...
Does this look like a rooster to you?
Here's the evidence:
Waddles and comb that appeared way earlier than anyone else.
A tail that is arched, not stubby and straight like all the other girls.
Feet that are far bigger than every one else's feet. For that matter, all of Rosemary is bigger than the other girls.
But she (a hopeful pronoun if ever there was one) is our favorite! She's funny and silly and more outgoing and friendly than the others.
We love her!
Here's the evidence:
Waddles and comb that appeared way earlier than anyone else.
A tail that is arched, not stubby and straight like all the other girls.
Feet that are far bigger than every one else's feet. For that matter, all of Rosemary is bigger than the other girls.
But she (a hopeful pronoun if ever there was one) is our favorite! She's funny and silly and more outgoing and friendly than the others.
We love her! We know that we can't keep a rooster in the 'burbs, but none of us likes the thought of parting with our Rosemary.
Twice now though, something has happened...
Once, about a week or so ago, in the wee hours, when I was still half asleep, I would have sworn that I heard some kind of creaky potential crowing noises. I perked up, but never heard it again.
Today, Luke said he heard "something loud and weird" from the coop. Later though, he wasn't sure it was from the coop and he couldn't really describe the sound.
So now we're waiting,
watching,
and hoping that we don't have to find a new home for our Rosemary.
Keep all your crossable parts crossed for us, will you?
watching,
and hoping that we don't have to find a new home for our Rosemary.
Keep all your crossable parts crossed for us, will you?
