Sigh. Ever been in denial about something? Or as I would like to say – hopeful!?! Well I was hopeful our little red hen Apple was NOT a rooster. Of course, she has to be the one I got most attached to. Of course she was my favorite. Don’t you think she was a beautiful baby (see her one-week photos above)? The feed store thought they sold us a hen, we thought she was a hen. . .but over the weeks it became more apparent.
Here is a photo of our Rhode Island Red at four weeks. That was an awkward stage, but I still thought she was beautiful. I still thought she was a HEN.
Then there was this post, I did on April 8, asking, could my Rhode Island Red be a rooster? Heck, I didn’t know. She sure was bigger than the other babies in the flock.
And she sure walked around in a “cocky” sort of way.
And then at 17 weeks, my sweet chicken mentors left comments on this post telling me – um yea, we think you have a roo. They confirmed it the following week with comments here.
And then we took off on a 10-day trip to Alaska. I had two different chicken sitters watching our babies. On July 14, I get this text from one of our friends watching the chickens. . .
I didn’t know what a “randy” meant. . .he had to spell it out for me. Hahaha. This chicken keeping thing is not for the faint of heart or overly naive (me). Princess is one of the older (and bossier) hens, so it’s funny she was keeping him in line.
And then this morning we drive home from Portland after flying all night. We crashed into a deep sleep around 7:30 a.m. and literally woke up to this at 10 a.m. . . .oh my. . . .
(You’ll need to turn the volume up. If the video doesn’t display for you, click here.)
I roll over and look at my husband and he looks at me. At first I thought it might be our five-year-old son, I mean you never know what sounds will come out of them. And then Apple crowed again and my eyes get real big and my sweet husband says, “Want chicken for dinner?” Completely joking of course because we aren’t going to eat our chickens, but we got a good laugh about it before I started panicking about the noise.
Apple will be 20 weeks old this Sunday. I have no idea exactly when
she he started crowing – sometime in the last 10 days, hopefully not long enough to tick our neighbors off. He is indeed mounting the other chickens and now I have no idea what could have happened or whether or not we are going to end up with baby chickens. I didn’t read those chapters in the chicken books because I didn’t think we’d ever have a rooster. We bought a hen, at least that’s what the store said.
I have a sweet friend who has a farm, in the sticks, with lots of chickens and she wants to take Apple and give him a good home. I’m incredibly sad to give Apple away, but I know he will have a happy, free-range life, with lots of hens to chase. And we get visitation rights – thank goodness. We would really be pushing our neighborhood bylaws if we were to keep a rooster, who would remind all our neighbors that we have a coop full of poultry in our backyard – everyday.
One day I’ll live on a big ole farm and I’ll ask for Apple back and we’ll hopefully be one big happy family again. . . . because isn’t he the prettiest roo you’ve ever seen?
Has this happened to you or someone you know? Have you purchased baby chicks and ended up with a roo in the mix?