Oh, Dear...

I went out in the yard for a moment just to see if the garden needed weeding.  It looked all right, so I was heading back inside when I heard this dreadful, prolonged honking noise.  My heart sank.  I've been worrying off and on for weeks now, but this seemed to confirm it: our Sophronia is a rooster.

He has since been renamed Cornelius, after the Corn Flakes mascot.

And I am looking for a place that wants him before that choking noise can blossom into full-blown crowing.  And, thence, before the neighbors start complaining!  (Although, honestly, who could hear him over the FOUR GREAT DANES just two houses down???)

It's really a shame, because these roosters are absolutely beautiful and quite frankly, much prettier than the hens of the same breed:

And those eggs!  The most scrumptious looking eggs come from welsummers!  I won't be getting any chocolate brown eggs that look like this:

{Sigh.}

But on the plus side-- this does make it more likely that I'll be getting more chicks next spring!



In the mean time, if you know anyone in search of an absolutely gorgeous, free-range rooster, you know where to find me!