Our three resident roosters are crowing. They are croaky crows but too cute. I know I will probably tire of it especially since I'm not a morning person but for the moment it is exciting for them to enter a new chick stage. Soon we will decide which rooster will rule the roost and become Mr. Darcy of Pemberley. I have a weakness for Jane Austen movies and the chickens have names to prove it. The two losing roosters will go to a new home or to the cooking pot if I think I can wring their cute little necks. We will wait and see who has the best cock-a-doodle-doo!