That's "MR." Buff Orpington to you.
Uh oh. Here comes the sun and my hen is crowing at it. Ooops. It's pretty cute actually, unless you are my neighbor wanting to sleep in on a weekend... It sounds like he's singing, "ooOOOOOoo" in a kazoo:
He'll probably have to go to a farm. I don't want to eat him: he's my pet now. I have kind of a firm rule against eating pets. Some farmer, I'll make, eh?
I'm wondering if he will try to make all the girls or just the Buff hen? Hal said, "Why not? He's a guy isn't he?" Right. So if he does and we hatch those eggs, what will they look like? Hmmm... I'll ponder that while I listen to this: