Editor’s Note: This is Part Seven of our ongoing series about theteet’s foray into the world of the chicken farmer. Descriptions are graphic.
Special “Just when you thought, ‘what could she possibly have left to say about chickens!?’” Lil’ Peckers Edition.
So, this morning I walked outside before work to spend some time with the flock in the garden when suddenly … a rooster crowed, which is pretty impressive for a hen. especially with those large waddly things hanging from her face.
that’s totally a dude.
my brother-in-law had a similar incident with a rooster they named Austin Powers (i.e., ‘she’s a man, baby, yeah.’) In that spirit, and only bill melville will understand this reference, I am going to name our impostor Mary Ann–maybe just Krauss for short.
the chicken does have very large hands.
MAK probably could have gotten away with it if he hadn’t opened his big mouth.
and now i’m off to research the reproductive cycles of poultry. MAK’s sperm could be devastating for the future of our omelets.
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