An interesting, though in no way unusual, fact about me: I’m pretty terrified of birds. Not regular birds but birds with intention. Seagulls and grackles that want to bomb my car and steal my food. Parrots in cages with signs that say, “I bite.” And pretty much any bird that gets trapped on my screened porch. Not a fan.
Yet here I am with seven chickens in my backyard. And I really like my chickens. No eggs yet (and that IS the point) but it turns out they amuse me. They jump for blueberries. They follow me around. And yes, they have intention (I call it personality these days).
So, I was the one who wanted chickens. But…not a rooster. Of course as luck would have it, Minnie Pearl, our favorite she is an unequivocal he. He crows. He puffs up and terrifies me. He is now referred to as Mister Pearl by some of our family. Fortunately for Dinner Pearl, he is scared of my blue flyswatter and Seamus loves him. Maybe it’s because Seamus calls him a “handsome boy” and refers to his comb as “your awesome red mohawk” but it seems like the feeling is mutual.
Here are some shots of Minnie Pearl as a chick and again as my pirate’s “parrot”. And here he is today, being sweet with Seamus and terrifying me. 
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