Six months in, and the little demon has found his voice. It's a development that feels both inevitable and slightly terrifying, like realizing the tiny ball of fluff you brought home now has opinions, and those opinions are loud. The original poster notes that his crow has begun, and while he doesn't take after his mother or older brother in every way, his fur color is nice. That's the kind of diplomatic praise only a chicken owner can deliver: a compliment wrapped in a confession that the bird is still a bit of a monster.
We get it. There's a special kind of pride mixed with dread when your rooster starts crowing. It's egg-citing because it means he's healthy, strong, and hitting those milestones. But it's also feather-ruffling because that crow is not a polite suggestion, it's a declaration. It's the sound that turns your quiet morning into a comedy of noise, and it's the noise that reminds you chickens are not just pets; they're characters with strong personalities and zero volume control. The original poster calls him a little demon, and we suspect that nickname is earned.
For readers who might be in the same boat, watching their own young rooster find his voice, here's the practical take: you're not alone in that mix of affection and exasperation. The crow means he's maturing, and with that comes the urge to establish his place. He might not look exactly like his mom or older brother, but his fur color is nice, and that honesty is refreshing. We'd tell the worried owner to embrace the chaos. Let him crow. Let him strut. Let him be the little demon he was born to be. The noise doesn't mean you've failed; it means you've raised a confident bird.
If someone asked us directly, we'd say this: your little demon is exactly where he should be. The crow is his announcement to the world, and to you, that he's part of the flock now, on his own terms. Don't compare his feathers to his brother's or his crow to his mother's. Compare him to who he was yesterday: a quiet chick who hasn't yet found his voice. Today, he has. And that's worth a little bit of pride, even if it costs you a bit of sleep.