Friday, September 12, 2008

Did you HEAR that??

We've been getting a steady take of one egg per day since our first post, with the exception of the very first day where we got the two eggs pictured in the first post. We knew that RC was definitely the laying girl, as she was the oldest of the two gals. TC is filling out quite nicely, but is still very young, so we've been cutting her some slack.

It's been a about a week since we have been letting the girls have free roam of the "dog" yard. They seem to really enjoy their free time roaming about, scratching for worms and bugs, and taking the glorious dirt baths they both really enjoy. Shorty has some reservations about his "yard" being taken over and has given the girls a little chase or too, but for the most part, he is his Shorty self and has pretty much ignored the ladies.

I was playing tether ball with Shorty yesterday when I heard something. I thought maybe one of the girls was laying an egg. I looked into the "coop" but didn't see either of them. Both were happily scratching in the dirt. I had to think closely at what I just heard. Did I hear a cockle doodle do? No, I must be hearing things I told myself and went back to playing with Shorty.

This morning John decided to drive the Suburban to work. As it has been rather toasty at night, we had the windows open to our bedroom. I heard the Suburban fire up, just as she always does even though she just gets short occasional spins around town. I dozing in and out listening to Adam Corrola, when all the sudden John bursts back into the bedroom. "Did you hear that?" he wakes me. "What? Huh? Are you crazy?" I give him the stink eye as I usually do when he wakes me up too early. "Did you hear that?" he asks me again. "Yes I hear the Suburban!" how could I not, she is quite distinguishable. "I think we have a Rooster!!! I just heard a crow!!" I suddenly jump up in bed and proclaim, "I thought so, I heard it last night!!"

We believe our young gal TC, is not a gal after all, she is a HE!! No wonder we aren't getting any eggs from him. The first two eggs (pictured below) have to be from RC! So, we are probably going to have to give "her" back to the pound, as there is a "rule" about roosters living in the city. TC is filling out quite nicely, but is also finding his voice, and the neighbors may not appreciate that too much.

I guess this is the chance you take, when getting young chickens from the pound. Maybe since we adopted "two hens" from the pound, we may be able to keep him. Time will tell. We will keep all of you faithful Blog readers updated with all the crazy happenings on the little piece of land we call our farm.

4 comments:

Jen said...

LOL!!! That is hilarious! I think you're right about making unhappy neighbors! My mom recently went down to her cabin (which is lots of cabins on a hillside overlooking the ocean) and a neighbor had "adopted" a rooster. Well, all neighbors are in very close proximity and this rooster was right outside her bedroom window. After a couple mornings of early wakings she had a mission to have it dealt with. Most of these cabins are vacation rentals, can you imagine paying for a rental and waking up to that at 5 a.m? She found out "the story" of how this rooster came to live at Whaleshead Resort (the rooster must also talk, otherwise, there is no way of knowing this story). It was an ex-champion, fighting cock that was caged up on a truck traveling down Hwy 101 with many other caged up fowl. But this strong guy spent most of his time pecking through his cage attempting to escape. He finally broke through and jumped from the truck (going 50 mph I am sure) right by the cabins where someone found him and brought him home. Ha ha ha ha!!!

In the end, my mom cleverly convinced management (a whole story in itself) to find a new home for this famous rooster!

Good luck with your he-hen!

Anonymous said...

Wow, Jen... that must be one amazing rooster if it can tell such a story! ROFL

Good luck with your rooster, Jamie! Too darned funny. I guess it's probably pretty hard to tell the sex of a chicken... I wouldn't beging to know how. LOL

Katrina W. said...

This will seem ironic, knowing my feelings toward fowl, but I love the sound of a rooster crowing in the morning. I think because it reminds me of staying at my Nonnie and Nonno's (their neighbors had one, and lots of hens too).

Poor TR! Your farm is cushy accommodations. I offered him up to many Davis and other family members at the wedding, but they all just enjoyed the story, and in the end suggested stew...

Anonymous said...

First Turtle, and now the chicken... YOu know that WA has very strong anti-discrimination laws, right? I'm sure that bird is protected by some transgender legislation. Don't give up so easily!

Dumb question, but don't all roosters have some sort of telltale markings? God, what a city kid I am.

Just goes to show that RC is quite the producer indeed. Shame on you John for being disappointed in her early production... she was really doing just fine!

Hope to see you both soon - been too long. Thanks for the new pictures - the world needs to see more of your great cut Jamie!

Love,
Anne