I've always been a little bit jealous when I hear other chicken owners refer to their flock as "my girls." What a perfect term! It just rolls off your tongue...
Unfortunately, I happened to be blessed with five roosters in the bunch. Call them chauvinistic or what you will, but my boys would be deeply offended if I ever referred to them as girls.
Just kidding, I'm not that eccentric... At least not yet. Though who knows, by the time I'm ninety I may be having full fledged conversations with them. Right now, I hereby grant myself permission that when I reach that age I'm allowed to have as many conversations with them as I want. Hell, I'll talk politics with them!
(below) One of my roosters: Sampson. I think he might be a democrat...I mean..umm..a Silver Laced Wyandotte!
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