Today was the day of neered kind. This morning we made the trek down to Penrith to firstly pick up a new hen.
She is only a young one to with not all her feathers in yet. Rather pretty one she is. Once she is fully grown she will be a marvelous looking girl with fantastic colouring. Jazynthe named her Casey.
To pick up a lovely little rooster which has been named Sober...don't ask me why but that is the name Jazynthe chose. I had been thinking of Mick or Jager after Mick Jager and his strut abouting antics on stage just like a rooster. Maybe I'll secretly call him Sober Mick.
The bossy older girls of mine have shown some authority over him, highly dought this will last once he comes into being an adult rooster.