Friday, August 27, 2010
Practice Makes Perfect
"What on Earth are you doing?"
"I'm listening." he replied.
I listened too. And then I heard it.
"That," I told him "would be your chickens. Practicing."
The roosters haven't gotten the hang of cock-a-doodle-do. It eludes them, somehow. But every morning, around 5:30 am, they're out there. Like clockwork. Practicing crowing.
They aren't doing so great at it. Every once in awhile one of them with get all worked up and try for a Eh Eh Eh EEEEEEEeeeeeeeee but ultimately gives up and goes back to EEEEeeeeeee.
All I can say is, they have dedication. And at least they only practice for ten minutes.