Just got off the ship Saturday morning around 4:00 am. Now that I’m in the process of decompressing, I feel better able to appreciate my surroundings: The girls are doing quite well, though it’s not fully accurate to refer to them all in the feminine. It would seem that we have a rooster in out midst. Not good. Not good at all. As it turned out, it’s Tuppence who turned out to be a boy. Yikes!
While there are many reasons for us to keep such a critter, it’s the world of people that is the main problem. Yes, to have a rooster to go on point against the neighborhood raccoons would be a God-send. Probably get himself killed though. Yeeks.
Well, as soon as Margaret and I get back from the Subdued Stringband Jamboree, I’ll post some pics of the birds. I think people will agree that Tups is a boy.