I am not exactly known for my accuracy when it comes to animals. There have been a few…or more…incidents where I thought an animal was a boy and the animal was really a girl or vice versus. We always tried to adjust and make any name changes…Leo became Leona…and all is well. But the latest is about the chicken who wasn’t.
Before I tell you about the chicken who wasn’t, let me back up a bit. Most recently, there was GOY – the cat we called “Lucy.” We adopted Lucy a furry orange kitten from a neighbor. We were so excited to find her! After a while and a check from my brother-in-law and my husband the agreement was reached that Lucy was not REALLY a LUCY.
He was called GOY (boy and girl) for a bit till we could find a suitable name. You can’t be too hasty about picking a name.
In my defense there was A LOT of fur back there.
So Lucy is now Duke. He is a handsome cat and doesn’t seem any worse the wear for his brief stint as Lucy.
Now back to the chicken who wasn’t.
In the late summer of 2018, after a devastating attack by a fox, we lost almost all our chickens. We decided to adopt some more chicken, including 3 whites one.
Two of the white ones became sick and died within a day of one another, leaving only one chicken alive. This chicken grew. And grew.
One day, when Country Boy was out by the coop he remarked at how big the chicken was and wondered if it was a meat chicken instead of a chicken bred for laying.
Little Red and I read between the lines and knew that this would certainly number the chicken’s days if she was indeed a “meat chicken.” So though Little Red and I noticed that the white chicken continued to grow (my what BIG feet you have:), we decided NOT to bring attention to our large chicken. Unfortunately, our chicken brought attention to herself.
Last week, one cold morning, Country Boy stepped outside to go to work. That is when he heard an awful noise. It sounded like a chicken was trying to cackle that she had laid an egg but had a very nasty sore throat. A truly terrible sound.
As he went to investigate, his eyes were drawn to our carefully covered for white chicken. He was rather surprised at how large the chicken was, but then he noticed something even more troubling. The chicken was NOT a chicken. He was a rooster!
Well, needless to say this has not improved my status as an animal whisperer. But it does explain a lot about that chicken…err rooster!
And that is the story about the chicken who wasn’t!
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