The Gender Queer Chicken
Well. This morning we were in the kitchen making breakfast and we heard a strange noise that sounded like… like… a dying animal?
It sounded once.
It sounded twice.
And then the dying-animal-cough blossomed into a loud, clear COCK-A-DOODLE -DOOO of sorts.
I looked up from the bagel I was toasting and listened, not sure what I had heard….
And there is was again.
And on the third try….
Banjo Boy and I raced outside to the chicken coop to find LeMerle standing on her tiptoes and strutting her stuff. She was DEFINITELY crowing. I’m reluctant to admit that she might be a he… .because that would mean that we would have to get rid of her…. but even if she’s a SHE… we can’t keep anything that crows….
I have found some info online that says dominant hens (and that’s our LeMerle) can take on rooster-like behavior, and can even crow occasionally…
I’m hoping that’s the case, and that the “occasional” crow is rather rare. I’m staked outside right now in a lawn chair observing. Time will tell.
Oh, my poor little Gender Queer chicken. What pronouns do I call you by?