My mother taught me this rhyme-
Whistling girls, and crowing hens
Always come to some bad ends.
She was explaining why she couldn't whistle, when I was around 6, and fiercely trying learn how. When she was a kid- any girl that whistled would be faced with that chant from the other school kids. So girls pretty much didn't.
This is not a post about post feminist posting, however.
It's about crowing hens. I think we've got one.
You'll remember, if you're following closely, that a while back I was puzzling over the sex of our Dominique bird.
We'd pretty much decided that it was a she- based on the appearance of two types of chicken eggs in the coop. The shape is different from the guineas; rounder on both ends; and the texture of the shell is quite different, the guinea eggs having what look like rather large pores scattered about while the chicken eggs look more like smooth porcelain to the naked eye. We were getting one "big" and one "banty" sized chicken egg, nearly daily; and since we have only 3 chickens, and Kanga is definitely all rooster- the math seemed simple.
Then, two weeks ago- I heard two roosters crowing at the same time. The math was still the same. 3 chickens. Two crowing. And then I saw the Dominique actually crow; several times. What the hay.
So yesterday we found two new chicken eggs- one definitely banty sized- and with the light brown color we've gotten used to there. And one much larger- and a darker brown.
Well; heck. So DO hens sometimes crow? Is Silly Sally, the Dominique, actually a cross dressing hen? Spice wants to rename her/him Saleddie. We hope Eddie Izzard will approve.
(R-rated language there)
Meanwhile- anybody have experience with crowing hens?? Do they exist?