There is a chicken in my small flock that I've become particularly fond of. This sweet chicken started as a tiny little yellow chick and has grown to be large and the most beautiful gentle bird. I've had a sneaking suspiscion that this was not the hen I hoped it was, but was woken by his crow just this morning. Since I live in the city and I'm not allowed to have chickens at all, he will surely give the rest of us away with his alarm clock voice. I'm so sad that he'll need to find a new home. I have a prospect or two, but no one who would consider this sweet gentleman for dinner.