They're a bunch of stinkin' boys! Now that the chicks are four weeks old it seems we were a little off on the whole sex prediction thing. I'm almost sure now that we have five roosters and two hens. I'm not amused. But it does explain all the ruckus. WAY too much testosterone for one pen. Hermie the Early Bird is appropriately named after all, Socrates can stay the same, but Mary is going to have to be called Harry. That is until we find new homes for them. Anybody need a 4H project?