Baby Huey is a rooster. And as such, he has decided to crow each morning. Frank heard him first and tried to describe it -- humorous -- but when I heard it myself I doubled over laughing. Huey jumps to the top of the big wire cage we have in the chicken yard, stretches up to his full 14-inch height, flaps his wings and emits a sound that is something like
- a crowing harbor seal
- someone messing with a comb and tissue paper
- someone playing a kazoo.
It's missing a syllable too. Err-a-ruh.
Somehow the hens are not impressed and run after him pecking.
Pictures soon.
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