Just lately, Horace, one of our two surviving chicks, has started to asset his masculinity. He's quite a magnificent creature - tall and glossy and his comb and wattles are getting bigger.
He's also started to experiment with crowing, luckily not too early, but we don't expect that to last.
He sounds like a teenage boy whose voice is breaking. The hens are picking on him less and less.
If we don't find him a new home soon, he's going to be too tough and stringy to eat.
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