Marilyn turned out to be Marilyn Manson. Yes, she is really a he. I was in the garage on Saturday and he started to crow. It was sad. Marilyn was my favorite chick. So nice and the most bold and friendly. I will get a picture of him later. I sent him on with my dad. Hopefully nobody complains about him or he will be dinner. Here are the others. They are so much more happier being outside. Last night they fell asleep outside. So I picked them up and placed them in the coop. Today I put them in as it was getting dark. They stayed in once they got in. I heard that chickens can't see in the dark and will not move if you move them.
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