Hullaballoo!

There's quite a hullaballoo around the farm these days.

You see.....

Fifi and her pals have started to spend their afternoons

on the lawn of the French quarter....

picnicking, gossiping and sunning themselves.

(That's Fifi....third from the right. And she is flanked by Babette, Cheri, Adele,

Amalie, and Collette....only a mother can tell them apart!)

Which....

is just a little bit more than the Frat Pack can stand.

At any given moment you will hear wolf whistles,

as the Roos strut their stuff to impress the gals!

I am afraid this bunch of French tarts is a little on the wild side...

staying out until all hours of the night...

playing their music so loudly the neighbors can hardly sleep!

The funny thing is...

Henri refuses to venture out of doors with the girls.

He prefers to stay indoors and read.

Perhaps the neighboring fraternity is a bit overwhelming for him.

They are, afterall, a bunch of raucous jocks,

while Henri is truly an intellectual.

He'll have to venture outside sometime...

and when he does,

well, that should be interesting!

In case you are new to my blog, the Frat Pack is a group of 6 Ameraucana roosters,

while the French Quarter is home to 24 Cuckoo Maran pullets,

and one fancy white, top-hatted rooster

(all of whom are just 6 weeks old.)