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?
That's "MR." Buff Orpington to you.
That's "MR." Buff Orpington to you.
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?