Pip guards the gate, fervently watching for intruders from beyond the tall grass. In the distance, Double Dots calls outs to the flock. His papa, his leader, his mentor. Pip answers the call.
I’ve been waiting for so long now to hear Pip’s crow. Dots had his for so long, and then Black Jack. And now one of the other Little Roo-lings has been crowing. But aside from DH and Sad claiming to have heard him, I have not.
This morning, I heard my Pip Chick loud and clear.
My ‘baby boy’ is a boy no longer. He is a man!