Donnie

He was named Donnie by my wife. She kept him alive when he should have died. He was very sick and weak and his mother went crazy when he needed her the most. She would stay with him in the daytime but not at night...he almost froze to death...so we kept him in the house for a week or so. Then he got to be with his mom in the daytime only. And little by little he was able to stay with her constantly. About a week after that she made him 'move out'. He's been 'on his own' ever since. He's only about 7/8 grown. He is just starting to grow spurs. He's already crowing and chasing the big guy's women. His youth is almost over.