Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Mirabelle... the Chicken that Crosses the Road... both Ways???


I'm not sure what to make of this. I've been reading Martin Gurdon's delightful memoir, "Hen, and the Art of Chicken Keeping," and I stumbled upon a most intriguing, if not disturbing, revelation. One of his hens, appropriately named, "Elvis," turned into a rooster, and the same thing could happen to us.

Gurdon explains that a flock of hens can be a recipe for extinction... apparently. Just once in a while, nature steps in and, errr, changes things. Meaning, one of the hens may transform into a quasi-rooster, growing a wimpy, rooster-ish (versus hen-ish) wattle and comb, crowing a half-cocked (no pun intended) "Cock-a..." minus the "...doodle-do" and spitting out maybe 3 pitiful eggs a month, versus the 4 or 5 bountiful production, per week, that you come to expect from these sturdy little breakfast providers. Can you imagine? With our luck, this may, indeed, be in our future.

Needless to say, I didn't sign up for a hermaphroditic chicken, so if this miraculous metamorphosis actually occurs, I will freak out. Pray for us.... though, if it does happen, it will make for quite the entertaining blog entry, yes?! Brie doesn't know quite what to make of this revelation, but she's suspicious of Mirabelle at the moment. Will keep you posted....