:(

Turns out Shirley is in fact a boy.

Woke up this morning to him crowing. And crowing. And crowing. Seems he missed the whole 'crow at dawn' memo. As now he has discovered his newfound talent he spent all day today practising. Thankfully I was out lunching with Sheree B, MJ and Emily, three current and ex workmates, in the beautiful Dandenong Ranges so I missed the worst of it. Hubby filled me in when we got home.

I hastened outside and tried to warn Shirley what this means. That he can't stay with us anymore. Unless he simply forgets he is a boy and keeps his voice down... But no. Being cocky, he tossed his head, fluffed his feathers, flapped his beautiful white silky wings and crowed right on back.

Sad sad day. Many tears shed. As this means Shirley will have to take a trip to the farm lest we be pelted with rotten fruit from the neighbours or trips from the local RSPCA representatives for owning an illegal pet.

My husband has made phone calls all over town trying to find him a new happy home by tomorrow.

Wish Shirley luck!