Agamenmon
"Aggie" as it turns out is not short for Agatha, but rather Agamenmon. That's right, we have a rooster. Of all the breeds of chicken we have, all can be sexed when hatched except the silkies. We got 2 silkies, knowing they could be roosters. For a long time we thought we were safe, but then one Sunday morning on the way to the coop, we heard that unmistakable sound resonate from inside the coop. I actually really like it. Before when people referred to our place as a farm, I would roll my eyes and say, "it's not a farm... not yet anyway." Now, every morning when I hear Aggie crow, I feel pride vibrating inside me, and sometimes can't help but gleefully shout, "It's a farm!" The rooster makes it real to me. At first I had declared that the day a rooster crowed in my coop, he would be that night's dinner. Roosters can be very mean... very, very mean. And I had images in my head of a rooster latching his spurs into Eden...