It's Not a Baby Rooster!

While we were visiting my family down in Alabama, my parents both asked us if we wanted to know Baby Chicken's gender.

"Definitely," we replied.

"OK, we can go to the hospital tomorrow," they said. At the time, the Wife had just barely passed the threshold when it is feasible to know the gender, and we had already assumed that we wouldn't be finding out for at least another month, given the time delays in getting across the country, waiting for new insurance to kick in, and navigating through the twists and turns of finding a new OB under a new HMO. So, yes, we were surprised by their suggestion. But when your dad runs a vast majority of the medical diagnostics in Bumpkin County, Alabama, there are no such hurdles.

And so, now we know with about 95% certainty that our Baby Chicken is indeed a baby chicken, rather than a baby rooster, thanks to a few views of her in some unladylike positions (which we shall forgive her for). And whereas before she was a bit tadpoley lookin' and slightly more baby chickenish, you can see here that she is indeed humanoid. The Wife and I are extremely proud.