My edgy boy Vaughn is crowing now! He’s learned to scream like a dickhead. Thankfully because he’s like the size of a thimble his voice doesn’t carry very far- you can turn a corner and it’s like he’s gone. We always joke that he looks like a metal head with his slick black sickle feathers but now he’s picked a cow skull as his favourite perch.
Vaughn is a rosecomb Roo gifted to me by a friend!
He loves his earlobes being rubbed and will fall asleep in peoples laps. He’s a very friendly, chill little boyo.






