This is the chicken known as Egg.
Someone dropped it in our yard.
I say it because there is quite the mystery surrounding Egg's, uh, gender.
So, Egg shows up in our yard a few weeks ago.
I assumed that it is a rooster as my ladies seem completely undisturbed by it.
Had it been a hen, they would have been, in all probability, quite annoyed and irritated.
They seemed to just ignore this chicken.
And yet, no rooster behavior.
In fact, extreme "low hen on the totem pole behavior" ensued.
This means cowering around the other chickens, staying to itself, not allowed in the coop (by the ladies, not by me), running away every time another chicken approached.
Then we realized that it had no leg spurs.
You are HERE.
hahaha. Not really.
This is what a leg spur should look like.
Egg has none.
Egg also clucks like a hen.
It also roosts on the ground (which I now think must be due to having it's wings clipped). This is not a good thing for a chicken to do at night. Chicken needs to be UP at night for safety.
So every night we carry Egg to the coop and put it in there while the other chickens cluck and fuss and whistle.
Oh, yea, and some turdface cut its beak.
So now we wonder if its spurs have been cut too.
Because, early one morning ... COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOOOOO!
Well, actually it sounded more like cock-a-drrrrr-eeerrr-ooooooo-glllllll.
Like he wasn't sure how to crow yet.
OR, OR my pretties, there is a strong chance that Egg is a Henooster.
My dear acupuncturist, Ashley, told me this is possible.
Yea, check this out:
"Due to an ovarian change that affects the balance of hormones in chickens and other birds, it is very rarely possible for a female bird to adopt male secondary sex characteristics (feathers, combs, and even crowing in a hen turned rooster). However, this is not a true sex change because the bird cannot fertilize eggs. On large farms of 10,000 or more hens, this has been definitively observed."
Well, clearly I don't have 10,000 chickens. (It only feels like it.)
But I suppose he/she could have been rescued from a big farm where this happened.
Ashley and I were cracking (get it?) up because she said, "Oh yea, someone was probably like - This chicken is weird. Let's take it down to that weird house on the corner. They're weird over there and won't even notice."
Yea, I have a transgendered chicken, y'all.
Or maybe he's still a juvenile and hasn't got all his goods yet.
Who the hell knows?
I really, really, really do not want a rooster.
I'm not the biggest fan of that crowing (insert nails on chalkboard sound here) nor do I want fertilized eggs!!!
EEEEK. I like knowing my eggs have no possibility of babies in them.
Why me, I implore you, Why meeeeeeeee?
I'm going to ask around today on some chicken message boards to see what I can find out.
I'll keep you posted. (Or invited to a lovely dinner with coq a vin as the headliner.) (Just kidding!!! I would never ... .)
Wabi-Sabi House. Wabi-Sabi Chicken.