Monday, December 2, 2013

It's a boy!

Yes, that's right folks. It only took me 5 months to figure out that Thing 1 and Thing 2 are roosters. No, no. No excuses. It's true. I'm an idiot. It never once occurred to me. Not once.

I noticed their outrageous size.

Did that clue me in? No.

I noticed Thing 1's striking resemblance to his father.

Did that clue me in? Nope.

I noticed their chest bumping play every morning. 

Did that clue me in? Not a chance.

I noticed their expulsion by their original flock -  not just once - but EVERY tree-climbing, chick-fetching night for five months.

Did that clue me in? Of course not.

No, no. Thing 2 had to stand at my feet and spell it out in all his cockadoodle glory and STILL my first reaction was to look over my shoulder for Toaster.


Some farmer I am.

(There may or may not be a video here to see. I'm having trouble with blogger. Note the photobombing cat in the background if you can see. )


  1. I just happened on your blog from The Dancing Donkey. My friend, where I board my horse, had some chicken. She penned up the "hens" and fed them layer hoping for eggs. No eggs came. It took months before someone finally said, um, those are roosters, they are crowing! So you are not the only one!

  2. I have three Ameracauna 'pullets/roos' that are 5 months old and I have no idea whether they are male or female. There has been no eggs/no crowing. Of course, they may be terrified of the rooster in charge and are not crowing out of self defense. And I am sure if - please god - they are pullets, they are not laying because apparently no one else is. I think we all go through periods of denial... :)