As I was waiting to speak to the owner, I noticed a man with his family edging closer to see what I had in my cat carrier.
"Hey," he said finally. "Is that a buff orpington?"
"Is it a rooster?"
"So... what are you doing with him?"
I explained that he was sold to me as a pullet, but since mother nature likes throwing wrenches into our plans, and I cannot keep roosters where I live, the owner of the store was taking him back to find him a home for me.
Turns out, they were there to ask her to find them a rooster for their flock of buff orpingtons!
|Here's Peter at his new home. :)|