I’d like to introduce you to a little friend of mine named Jack.
One day in the middle of October, as I was doing my regular checking of the birds in the incubator, a certain odd little bird caught my eye. This chick with a brown head and a black body stared back at me with his right eye. His left eye, at first, seemed not to exist. I set him aside so he could be brought up properly. I wanted to call him Popeye, to which my sister rolled her eyes before she came up with the idea of naming him Jack, after Captain Jack Sparrow.
Two months have passed and I already know he’s going to be something wonderful. Aside from the fact that his left eye is about half the size of his right, he acts like a normal two month old chick would do. He’s got a private little setup, for him and eight more of his little buddies, so that they can enjoy the good life.
He’s going to grow up to be a great rooster, I know it.