Elvis Is In The House

So Elmira crowed today so yes, there is no longer any doubt that she is he. Elvis. And what a fine-looking queen of a rooster he is. That shot does him no justice.
He has his hens and Sam has his.
Sam, however, has no qualms about getting to top of Elvis's hens and having his way with them. I have a feeling if Elvis tried this with one of Sam's hens, the feathers would fly.

Anyway, mostly I'm just writing to say thank-you to everyone who posted comments today. Such thoughtful comments on such a sticky, weird, hard issue. Keep talking if you want to. I'm ready for more thoughts.

We're going to go babysit Owen tonight and boy, are we excited! Lily and Jason are going to try and hit a few Halloween parties and we're going to try and keep the boy happy. Golly. I've already told Lily that if he gets tired of the bottles of milk she's left him and won't stop crying, I'm calling her to come home because I can't stand to hear a baby frantic and desperate. She agreed that that's what she would want.
But maybe he'll just be a happy little camper and we'll all fall asleep in the living room before they get home. I hope so. We might even walk him down to the pool hall (which is smokeless) to see if he likes the barfly life and the sound of pool balls.

Y'all be so careful out there this weekend. Halloween can be crazy. So be safe while you're on the your way to all the tricks and all the treats and know how much you mean to me.