is Sabrina. Or maybe Sabrino. For the last three days I have been awakened by the sound of a rooster - first, an early attempt at crowing, and as the days have gone on, more and more like the classic "cock-a-doodle-do." At least he (?) only crows once or twice (usually at 7 a.m.). I'm still hoping Sabrina might turn out to be a confused hen, but it's looking less and less likely every day.
