Mabel Out, Mabel In

Maybe it was all the talk about moving to a farm, or maybe it was some sort of avian sixth sense. But this morning, the day our friend Richard was to take him to the farm, Mabel-the-rooster got his crow on...at 5:55 a.m. And he kept it up for 20-full minutes. And just in case anyone missed it, he did an encore 90-minutes later.

Richard took Mabel to give him a new home - and new name, Mack - on his farm in Green River. He also brought us one of his hens in trade.

Now having had a rooster named Mabel, I thought a hen named Dave would be hysterical. But, the boys don't share my sense of humor. Nor did they go for my suggestion of Stravoula (to go with Eleni and Yiayia Peeps). No, the boys decided the new hen would be named...Mabel Two.

Unlike the Mabel for whom she is named, however, Mabel Two is an honest-to-goodness hen. She proved it by laying a (likely fertilized) blue egg in the nest this afternoon. The boys are delighted!


Bidding adieu to Mabel the rooster


Welcoming Mabel Two


The fruit of Mabel Two's labor