....always come to bad ends.
I'm not sure about the whistling girls (after all, I whistle, and I'm still here), but one of the 'girls' crowed again this morning. My friend Rae thinks it's too early to tell, which is somewhat true, because so far the girls all still look pretty much alike, except for coloring. But their sizes and combs and all that are still all shaped the same. Only Vivian looks ever so slightly taller and her neck is slightly leaner and longer. My money's on Vivian being a rooster, which for me is going to be a poultry disaster. I'll be down to two chickens, and two eggs a day is not going to cut it for us, since we go through a dozen and a half to two dozen eggs every week.
I guess the only thing to do is to keep waiting to see how they're going to change so that I can tell which one is really doing the crowing.