Aimee was just about to take her morning shower, when she said "uh-oh," in the way she does when she spies a problem.
But she hadn't seen a problem, she'd heard one. A real cock-a-doodle of a problem.
I've been telling her for weeks now that the rather strange, tall white bird that is supposed, per Paris Farmer's Union, to be an Ameruacuna hen, is actually an Ameruacuna rooster.
But it took hearing this rooster crow for her to actually believe me.
Hearing is believing, I guess.
Uh-oh is right, though.
We have two choices now this has happened: We can make chicken soup out of rooster-boy right away.
Or we can wait a short while to see how mean he is, and if he will breed our hens. Most likely he'll breed the Buff Orpingtons first since they're a year older and the new Ameruacunas and Golden Comets are not laying yet.
If we get any Orpington-Ameruacuna crossed chicks, and if he stays mild-mannered, he can live.
If he fails to do any one of the above, he'll be soup. I'm not having a badly-behaved or impotent rooster around here. It's a long story, but one of my many soft-tissue injuries that I feel from time to time is a torn rotator cuff, and it was caused by the last rooster I owned. I don't quite have all the movement I should have in my right arm as a result.
I much prefer to keep only hens. They're much calmer and happier without a rooster about. Roosters just get hens all clucked up. Chicks are cheap enough and easy enough to rear. And you don't get weird barnyard cross-breeds. As we undoubtedly will now. The Ameraucuna is itself a crossbreed, and so this rooster must be genetically messed up already, never mind what we will get when he's crossed with a Golden Comet or Buff.
Still, as long as they can live, eat, and lay, that will be fine. And we will eat any males of course.
Here's the inspection team at work yesterday at Aimee's job site. She passed inspection, but the chickens want her to get edible shingles next time. They said these ones don't taste good.