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Omg, Cockadoodle Doo.

July 29, 2010

Yesterday I woke up to the sound of a hundred wailing widows. Or the shrieks of satan’s minions. Or a grade school class full of kids with whooping cough.

Or, our new gay baby rooster*, Garrison, bellowing out his first cocks and doodles. I’ll just say, he’s no opera singer yet. He’s got a ways to go to achieve full manly crowing status. Manly as in chest-puffing, testosterone-pumping MAN.

As it looks as though he may never get there, we’ll be beaming proud parents of his shining individuality. He may not be puffing or testosterone-ing, but he’s got thee most stylishly speckled feathers in the coop and a perfectly coiffed comb.

Xo, baby G.

*He was outed by honking like a goose, loving to be picked up and carried around, and sitting on eggs in the nest box with the ladies. Followed by the pics we found on flickr of him hanging with the boi’s in West Hollywood.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. July 29, 2010 10:34 pm

    Now I’ve written about little G twice. Clearly, he’s my new favorite.

  2. July 31, 2010 10:56 am

    Hilarious.

    -j

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