I’m beginning to think Pablo should be a show bird. Just look at him. He’s gorgeous.
While The Girl and I were outside in the coop yesterday, Pablo came right up to us and said hello. I think he saw the camera and wanted to get his picture taken, but what do I know.
And, at 17 weeks, he still hasn’t crowed. Which in my book, makes him one smart bird. He knows he has it good here in suburbia and I think he wants to stay put. So everyday we go out to the coop and hold him for a few minutes and remind him that he can only stay on the gravy train if he keeps mum. We’ll what happens.
All I know is this. We love him, and would hate to have to ship him off somewhere.
In other backyard chicken news… The hens received a special delivery.
The Handsome Husband said the green tarp I placed over the chicken coop was making our backyard look like a ghetto. So I had to order the girls a shiny new $28 rain cover for their crib.
Ahh suburbia. You gotta love it. No tarps allowed.