Sallie writes:
Mom: Well, honey, Martin, er, Marge was supposed to be a girl, but now it seems she's, er, he's a boy.
Natalie: Marge isn't a boy, Mom. He's a rooster.
Mom: You are correct, Natalie, and because Marge, er, Martin, is so in charge he can't live here anymore.
Natalie: But, Mom, (with some of her instant tears for emphasis) this is Marge/Martin's home!
Mom: Well, it has been his home, and we have loved him and given him a good start in life. But now that he is grown up and crowing night & day, we can't have Martin running around goosing the hens.
Natalie: NO, Mom, Marge isn't a goose, she's a rooster. Look, Mom, Marge is humping Faline again! I'm going to kill him with my broom and we can both have chicken legs for supper. (Cause you know, that Marge does have a very big set of drumsticks.)
Holly chimed in:
Poor, gender confused Martin. I might have felt sorry for him/her if it wasn't for all of the humping. In retrospect, Marge's leadership seems more like typical rooster bullshit. Not that I know a damn thing about roosters, but I do know a lot about bullshit.
Is anyone else reeling because the brain trust at Nicholasville Tractor and Supply made a mistake? They owe you a lady chicken.
Diana wrote:
You all are making my sides ache!! In the meantime, Fannie Mae and Little Red Hen (i think) have each layed an egg and Marge just got a time-out for pecking Natalie!!
It's been hard coming out of denial and realizing that the experts at the hatchery and at Tractor & Supply can make mistakes with color-sexed hens. It's been a week with a high learning curve, and it's only Tuesday!! Uncle, uncle!! :)
I suppose this evening we'll email the Wilkie clan and ask for help/guidance with Mar...uh...Martin. I know it'll be a lot less trouble having a rooster-free yard, but I got kinda attached to the wee besom, maybe since I'm the only one who'll hold him!
Hugs and fresh eggs for all!
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