The day before G decided it had been too long since he showed up with livestock and picked up a rooster and a couple chicks off Craigslist. These weren't just any chicks, though. These were the Silkies he had been talking about getting for 3 years now. And as a bonus, the Polish-Silkie cross "cockadoodledooster" came free with the purchase of the chicks.
These are not the chicks he is giving me for my birthday, those come next week. These were just because we can never have enough poultry in our life.
The boys were not real interested in naming these birds, I think they're saving their chicken names for the special chicks they're getting next week. G had nothing, so I claimed the privilege of naming them. I had just told GD a few nights before while he was working on memorizing the books of the Old Testatment that Obadiah would be a good name for a rooster. So Mr. Rooster became Obadiah, middle name Jonahmicahnahum, last name Habakkuk. He goes by Obie for short. The girls are Henrietta and Josephine because I thought their fluffy little bodies deserved vintage-sounding names.
The chicks and rooster lived in our kitchen for a couple days before being moved downstairs for a birthday party and to keep down the smell. However, Obie stopped crowing as much and I determined he was lonely and depressed in the basement, so now he gets to grace our presence and to make sure we're awake several times a day from his container in the kitchen.
