Lately there has been some very bad press about a rooster on the City Chicken Farm. I'm here to clear that bit of libel up for everyone. My name is Milla, not Rusty. I am a girl chicken. Sure, I have an impressive comb and wattles, and sometimes I... ahem... crow a little bit, but making specific (and incorrect) assumptions about my gender is wrong. It's... genderist. I'm here to set the record straight. I would like to present chickens' exhibit A, otherwise known as "ha, ha, you were wrong."
There you have it, folks. This is indisputable evidence on my behalf. It took half a day to spit that sucker out, and I know it's a little under-sized, but I'm a very young pullet, so it stands to reason that my first eggs would be smallish.
You may not realize it, but the newer generations of chickens are under a lot of pressure these days. Laying eggs earlier is all the rage. I submit my experiences humbly and ask that you think before you begin labeling your chicks as "male" or "female." You cannot possibly fathom how it affects our psyche. Thank you,
Milla Girl-Chicken
Note from actual blog representative:
We think it actually came from Ingrid, which stands to reason after her latest escapades. More on that soon. In the meantime, it seemed equally logical to call this "Rusty's egg," his last ditch effort to save himself from the basting brush. You be the judge.
PS- He currently weighs 3 pounds 9 ounces, and is twelve weeks old. Recipes are welcome.
How funny--This is the third blog I've seen lately posting about mistaken gender in chickens!
ReplyDeleteI love your posts like this! I am left wondering still though. Boy or girl? Maybe it was a pretend egg? Have you cracked it yet?
ReplyDeleteTee-hee. I am reserving judgement since I have been known to fowl up sexing from time to time. Bad pun I know.
ReplyDeleteHAHA! Great post!
ReplyDeleteChicken Noodle soup if he doesnt lay anymore!!! :) I have a great recipe for homemade noodles. I may have to track it down but it is worth it... if you are interested. :)
Oh, that is too funny!!!!!!Poor little "Milla." lol!!!
ReplyDeleteDear Milla,
ReplyDeleteI beg your forgiveness. I am one of those who prejudged your gender. I am so embarrassed. My mother raised me to behave better than that. I feel I am one of those Mean Girls or perhaps one of those rotten girls in a John Hughes movie. Well I learn from my mistakes and will think twice about judging someone on such flimsy proof. Again, forgive me Milla,
Yours truely,
Hannah, Harriet, and Henrietta's Keeper.
I am working on the spouse to let me have three chickens - so far, no luck. I enjoy seeing your chickens and hope one day he'll cave in and I'll go out into the backyard and find a wonderful coop he's built for me - he's that kind of wonderful husband...
ReplyDeleteHaha!!! Great post! I have a Buff Orp that even now after no crowing & laying eggs, I wonder if it should be a rooster, hehe!!! Beautiful bird regardless of gender ;-)
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