One, perhaps even two of our half-fluff/half-feathered chicks are mangling a crow these mornings — not nearly a “lofty” sounding throat yet. Usually a good omen — especially since they’re sending away those evil spirits in our haunted guest room:
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine.~ Horatio, from Shakespeare’s Hamlet I.2.150-55
