So we bought seven and had our fingers crossed that we had a bunch of hens, because we were hoping to get fresh eggs one day. Well, the last couple weeks we started hearing one of the chickens making a valiant attempt to crow, and not long after that, it turned into a true "Cock-a- doodle-doo!"
Malia and I thought we had found the culprit, which actually was two culprits! But we had 'em pegged, and figured, two out of seven...not bad.
Then on Monday night, our Aunt and Uncle (who raise hundreds of chickens at their farm in Fruitland) were at Grandma's, so we went over for a while to see them and hoped Martha would be able to tell us what kind of chickens we had.
So she went back to the coop, and with one look, she delivered this fateful blow, "You have six roosters." WHAT! Well, at least that explains why we haven't been getting any eggs.
This is Steve and Martha and Lori told us he'll get to be about 12 pounds when he's fully grown!



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