Oh happy day! That’s what Gray Girl said to me when my new friends B and M came and brought her a gift.
You might remember that there were two traumatic events that resulted in Gray Girl being the only hen left in the hen house last year.
It tickles me pink to announce the arrival of a husband for Gray Girl, and here he is . .
Even though it was an arranged marriage, she accepted him into the chicken tractor with open wings . . .
and shared her cracked corn with him . . .
Now, all he needs is a name.
So, it’s time for a contest: NAME THAT ROOSTER!
We will take submissions, and if I can’t choose, I will put it up for a vote, and the reader with the winning name will get bragging rights!
Let the naming begin!