We have been wondering if Henry really was a rooster. We thought he was, because even as a baby chick he was bigger than the rest. He started developing a comb earlier and his comb is much bigger than the others. But I looked at pictures on the web last weekend, and it seemed that the roosters had much bigger combs than Henry does. But then we also noticed that he is still loosing baby feathers from his butt.
Yesterday, however, the bluebird people were here to check on the bluebird nest, and Lauri, the Bluebird lady, was quite positive that Henry was a girl. I was excited about getting dark chocolate brown eggs, which is what Cuckoo Marans lay, but I was puzzling over what to call (her), as there are no queens of England named Henrietta. We have Victoria, Mary, Elizabeth and Jane, after the queens. And Henry, after the kings.
Rich got up early this morning and let them out. I was dozing, trying to sleep a little longer. At about 5:40 am I was half asleep and woke up to a strange squawk. Or was it a crow? Outside my window? Then I heard it again and there was no mistaking. I got up, and there they were, on the back porch. Rich was laughing.
Henry is a rooster! Sorry the photo is so dark - there wasn't a lot of light yet I guess.
Rich and Danny left for work and left the front door open. As I was sitting here, I heard little noises at the front door. Evidently they have now found the front porch! I had to use the flash for this one:
That's Victoria in the lead. She is the boldest. I had to close the door, or they would be roosting in the living room right now.
