A city girl's search for heart & home in rural Nova Scotia.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Long Live the King
We picked up our new rooster on Saturday afternoon. He's a barred Rock, same as Brewster, and likely going to be just as good-natured. I named him Andre.
"Why does our rooster have a French name?" asked the country boy who suggested we name our new rooster "Brew Too".
My friend Gail crowed when I told her about our new rooster.
"Andre Poulet!" she laughed. And so he is.