A Boy Named Sue
Last weekend, a friend from high school (@toadstoolsandthyme) posted on social media she was re-homing a Maran rooster. He had a nice disposition but he was fighting with the other roosters and so he needed to go. She didn’t want him to become stew, and I can’t say no to a beautiful chicken. We decided to barter – the worlds oldest form of payment! – and traded our 2 ducks (Johnny and June) for 18 farm fresh eggs and some fresh picked salad greens PLUS our pick of some ducklings should we choose to try having ducks again.
When we brought him home, he actually fit right in with only a little bit of squabbling from the big girls. While watching carefully to make sure everyone was playing in the sandbox well, we realized that our Rhode Island Red hen looked awwwwwwwfully similar to the boy we just brought home. And she was much bigger than the other girls, but I thought maybe she was just big boned. There’s no way it could be a boy, right? After 16 weeks, we couldn’t JUST be realizing this?
We put the thought to rest until last night, when we went out to lock up the coop for the evening.
Me: “Do you think that’s a rooster?”
Chris: “It does kind of look like a rooster. But where did we get that one? The Poultry Swap?”
Me: “Yeah, and they said they were sexed, but now I’m not so sure.”
Chris: “There’s no way we wouldn’t have figured – ”
Me: “OH MY GOD, he’s mounting her!”
And so it goes. Before you could say “hard boiled eggs”, the process was finished (he certainly didn’t win any awards for duration!). Our RIR “hen” strutting away with our actual hen fluffing her feathers and bustling away looking quite perturbed. Hell, I guess you can’t blame her. I was speechless, Chris was laughing, and there were nothing but clucks and crows from all around us.
Lesson of the day, my friends? No matter how much you think you know, you don’t know everything.
Until next time…