When is a rooster not a rooster, why when the little devil lays an egg, that’s when.
As some of you may recall, last year I adopted three hatchlings from a friends friend who hatches chicks in classrooms. My luck being my luck, two were roosters – or so I thought. One of them developed into a truly stunning boy who dutifully protected his girls. His name was Bruiser so I’m sure you can guess our relationship and unfortunately he died a few weeks back of a heart attack (at least I think that’s what it was).
My other boy, Gimpy, was injured by his brother in the first few weeks of their lives. When he was maturing he crowed, he was developing a comb, everything seemed pretty solid until his brother beat him to a pulp before I could find a home for one of them. The injury completely halted his development and without a doubt it established the pecking order so I kept them both. Now, flash forward, Bruiser is gone and Gimpy the rooster has started to crank out the eggs. Nature is so weird!
Research girl that I am and thanks to the joys of the internet, I discovered this doesn’t seem to be an extraordinarily rare occurrence. Seemingly it was some sort of hormonal imbalance, Gimpy was always a girl but without the hormones she was developing male attributes. There’s still not a ton of information on the subject out there but I did find one interesting fact. In Basel Switzerland in 1471 they burned a chicken at the stake for the same offense. Appaently an egg from a rooster is the ultimate in witchcraft. You can’t cast a spell without it and the rooster was considered a familiar of the devil. Kind of feeling bad for the little guy…
Just another crazy tale from the coop! Happy Spring everyone!