Cock-a-doodle-dooooooooo

Our fears became evident yesterday morning. We were enjoying sips from our coffee on the front deck as we listened to the birds welcoming the day. That's when we heard crowing from the goat/chicken pen. Oh, of course Marty and Mason were doing their thing - which usually starts about 5:30 a.m. And they are loud enough to be heard inside the house. Which is some feat, given their size compared to most roosters and the fact that the house is so well insulated.

The crowing we heard was a wee, faint "cock-a-doodle-doooo". And it was coming from one of the chick we got for our anniversary. The cute and fluffy yellow fuzz balls that came home with me on the 30th of March have never stopped eating.

They have grown to be larger than Mason - (not that difficult, given that Mason is a teeny Bantam).

We are faced with a dilemma. Do we built another apartment to the chicken pen for the budding roosters? OR. Do we try to find them new homes?

Hmmmmm, how much fencing do I have left over from the addition built when Sugar and Spice were babies???