Do you hear what I hear?

I don't hear a thing till I roll out sometime late in the morning. It's Christmas break so I'm messing up my schedule by staying up till all hours and sleeping till I'm good and ready to get up--which is hours after my girls are ready to leave the condo for a day of poking around in the yard. If you were standing outside the addition you'd hear "er ER-errrrrr" and "errrr--errrr--errrr ERRRRRRR" as Buffy and Sam crank up for the day. It would be a distant sweet sound of morning in the country--unless you were sleeping in the loft and then it'd be an assault starting around sunup--earlier if I didn't lay the rugs on top to keep the light out. Poor little Millie. She's the only hen in the box but she's tiny--and gets cold--otherwise she'd be out with the girls in the condo sleeping late. They don't get up till maybe 8:30/9:00. I dare not put the boys out--neighbors doncha know.  They'll go out in the way-back sometime late morning when it gets warmer. Don't seem to do much crowing out there--well--at least Sam doesn't. Buffy sounds like somebody strangling something so his crowing isn't really recognizable as chicken.

The girls can be loud when they're snuggled into the covered kitty pan converted to nesting box. They have every right to make some commentary as far as I'm concerned. Eggs don't come out greased.  Then there's Chicky-baby who chases everybody around the yard when she explodes from her empty nest with a string of poultry expletives. She's broody--and really cranky--chicken PMS. She'll take it out on poor little Gimpy if she's not shut out of the condo--strut right over to her Gestapo style and peck the hell out of  her. I'd let Sam jump her just to get her settled on a couple of fertile eggs but she hates Sam. Took an instant dislike to the little guy, so putting those two together would most likely leave Sam looking not just bizarre, but severely disfigured.