The little roosters are starting to crow, though it is hardly a crow yet. They alternate between squeaks and toots, honks and squawks. I'm amused by this stage because when the young roosters are practicing their vocals, they have no clue how awkward they look or sound. They feel as proud as the older rooster who is strutting his stuff in front of the adolescent females, yet they sound ridiculous.
I am reminded of adolescent boys going through the motions of being a man - just an act for a while.