Cock-a-Doodle-Doo     I was turning over the straw under the chicken coop when I heard it. Thankfully Scott was out in the yard too so he knew just which one did it.         This one.   On New Year's Eve.   19 weeks old.   What the $%#!     Noooooo, is what I wanted to shout. This wasn't supposed to be happening at 19 weeks! From what we'd read, by 8-12 weeks you'd know if there was a rooster in the hen house. I emailed pictures of Lily to the hatchery, but with the holiday we didn't hear back right away.   I also snapped a picture of Verbena. I say snapped because to be honest, I'd been having trouble telling the two of them apart for the past month. So while Scott was holding Lily, I went in search of Verbena. I didn't have to look far, she was right behind me, looking at Lily in a puzzled way.      See Verbena's puzzled look?     The fact that I couldn't tell them apart should have been a clue as to what happened on New Year's Day. Yep, anoth...


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