In the last post I told you about how Constantine the chicken ended up being a hen. Well, after relocating the ladies to my mother's backyard, we found out that Constantine was a rooster after all. How did we know? He started crowing.
Read MoreAbout 9 weeks ago my brother, some friends and I all decided that we were going to buy some chickens. Provo allows their residents to own six, so we thought that was as good a number as any (except seven, because that would be not allowed). I was anxious to pick them up after we had talked about it, so one day I left work early to go pick up my friends and pick out a few chicks.
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