Cock A Doodle Doo

The first question that people ask when they hear that we've moved to a farm is: Do you have any chickens yet? Raising chickens is definitely on my list of things I want to do; I just haven't mustered the energy to tackle it yet.

But as of this morning, there is a big rooster greeting visitors at our front door. Ed and I found him while running errands in Shelbyville and bought him, tucked him in the van and brought him home. Yes, it was an impulse buy, but he makes me smile everytime I look at him. And he is lot easier to take care of than a bunch of cackling hens!