Here’s the deal. In early May I purchased
three Silkie chicks. Why three? Well, when the lady at the feed store asked, “How many”, that’s just the number I blurted out.
Since it was a straight run batch, I was hoping for three hens. Or, two hens and a rooster. But, after two months,
I’m hoping beyond all hope that among my feather footed friends, there are more hens than roosters. If there is more than one rooster, then I’ll need to separate them, or take bets from my neighbors on which one is the better fighter.
Neutering is also an option, but that might bring about a discussion very much like the one when Joel called home and asked what was going on. I said, “Well, the cat had surgery.” He said, “Susan, we don’t have a cat.”