Long have I wanted a beautiful fat white sussex hen to lay my eggs. I daydreamed longingly to my husband, "Oh wouldn't it be nice to have a beautiful fat white sussex hen to lay my eggs?" So he bought me one. I loved her from day one! I named her Henrieta because that's so passe it's cool (in my world, anyway).
Henrieta is a cock. A cockameme cock. A cock-a-doodle-do. A wing. A wang. A cock.
Henrieta is crowing. Now, see, where we lave we have these limit things and well, my limit is two little tiny roosterlets, one of which I named Princess, because he is. His favourite things are purple and running from bugs. Princess. He is a he. Henrieta is not a she. Thus, we have to choose between two very big long fat cockameme choices. To pull out or to give her up for adoption.
We chose to leave before it was too late and the rooster made damn sure we weren't welcome back. I love my little Henrieta, what can I say? She's the best damn cock I've ever had. She doesn't attack or try to spur you. Plus, she's half white and half black and you know what they say about that? She's purebred.
So now our little cute $30 laying hen has turned into a $1200 moving trip, provided we stay around what we want to spend for our new place - but it's not looking like it. Remember, I need a commercial kitchen. (Or at least commercial-able) That makes houses with land in my pricerange a tad scarce.
So, thank you Henrieta, for being such a cock.