So as regular readers will know all these little chicks made it to maturity but only one survived the severe winter and what did it turn out to be?
You've guessed it a cockerel!
And one that really likes the sound of his own voice.
Yesterday we moved him to the orchard, to a large chicken house with run and lots of hens.
Unfortunately the large chicken house and run is also temporary home to a trio of fancy fowl, I forget what type, and what was the first thing our youngster did?
Why he went and picked a fight with the other cockerel...
Fortunately no harm was done this time.