I know you all have been told at some point or another "Don't count your chickens before they hatch". It's a great expression. I literally have made plans for eggs in a nest that ended up not hatching. The result of which was going to the Crump flea market to try my luck buying baby chicks from a man in overalls and no teeth who swore they were all girls. That was a hard lesson as I ended up with 3, count em, 3 roosters. That is 3 too many for someone in the egg selling business. Especially when I already have a well established Cuckoo Maran rooster named Milky Way who doesn't need any help with the ladies. Well, now I have added another expression to my repertoire. Don't name your chicken before puberty. It happens to me with every new generation of chicks. You may remember the plucky big breasted blonde we named Dolly Parton. Well, Dolly ended up turning into a really mean rooster we renamed Uncle Swep after one of Jay's great uncles. Now, we are in another predicament as our precocious blonde Buff Orpington chick Lindsey Lohan has recently been heard attempting to crow.
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