He sounds like someone is choking him to death, and boy is it loud. Michael had heard him several times, but I had only heard him attempt it a couple times.. until last night. Blackie {one of the goats} would beller out and then Foghorn would attempt to crow. They went back and forth at least ten times. My niece Deidra said they must have some sort of language we can't understand. He had a set of lungs this morning too... bright and early. Maybe putting their run that close to my bedroom window wasn't such a bright idea.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
He Crows
He sounds like someone is choking him to death, and boy is it loud. Michael had heard him several times, but I had only heard him attempt it a couple times.. until last night. Blackie {one of the goats} would beller out and then Foghorn would attempt to crow. They went back and forth at least ten times. My niece Deidra said they must have some sort of language we can't understand. He had a set of lungs this morning too... bright and early. Maybe putting their run that close to my bedroom window wasn't such a bright idea.
Labels:
Chicken,
Crow,
Sussex Chickens
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