I don’t set an alarm clock. My body is my alarm clock. You can imagine my surprise when I was awakened by an alarm this morning.
Yes, good ol’ Sean Jr has come of age. He crowed and crowed and crowed. He doesn’t sound half bad either. I’d been warned about the funny sounding crows, but like his namesake, he does some things right the first time. From the moment I brought my female chicks home and my then 23 year old son picked this one up from the brooder and announced, “Hey, let’s call this one Sean Jr!” (yeah, he cursed my chick), my husband and I have dealt with the “what ifs” for 4 1/2 months– Until now. What if has become what is. So, Sean Jr is seeking a home. I know it seems rediculous to try and adopt out a rooster to a good home. Most meat and chicken eaters would happily make a chicken dinner of him. If he ends up in a pot, I don’t believe it will be my pot. Not this rooster–not this time. My real fear is that he will end up cock fight bait or something along those lines.
ABOVE: Sean Jr 6 weeks