MEET FRIEDRICH!

Well, we ended up with a rooster after all:




I decided to call him Friedrich (that's Fr-ee-der-ick), short for Friedrich the Fearsome, which is certainly how he sees himself. He's a very pretty bird (which is the main reason we still have him), and this photo doesn't do him justice. He has very nice, long, iridescent tail feathers, and he has more reddish-brown feathers growing in with his black and white.

I'd like to keep him, because he's quite a character, but we'll see. . . He just started crowing this week. He's still getting the hand of it, and right now, at least, he confines himself to fairly civilized hours, but I have to think that'll change. A crowing rooster is quaint and picturesque at 9:00am, not so much at 6:00am, especially on a Saturday. So, charming or not, Friedrich, you'd better behave, or else Peculiar might get a hankerin' for some homemade chicken noodle soup: