I decided to give away a few chickens. I posted a photo with my ad on Craigslist. I got phone calls. Phone calls that said, “Hello, I’m calling about your chickens…is that all you’ve got?” Er…???
“Well, that is what the ad said, that I’m giving away chickens. Were you looking for ducks or something else?”
“No, I was looking for chickens, but your photo had a rooster in it, too. So I wondered, are you giving away roosters, too, or just the chickens?”
Darling laughed when I told her about the phone calls. “Remember when dad was at Wally World and he heard the rooster crowing and said someone in the city must have chickens? And the guy next to him was all disgusted and said to him, “That was a rooster, not a chicken?”
Okay, city folk, here’s your lesson for today. Roosters are male chickens! Hens are female chickens. Chickens, amazingly enough, need both male and female in order to pro-create. However, hens will lay eggs even without a rooster. We women have eggs, too; we just don’t lay them.
LOL I love it when people call my male ducks, roosters. City folk! Gotta love ‘em for the laughs.
So…what your saying is that you don’t have any female roosters for sale…:)
I can always identify chicken because it comes in a bucket.
Loved the story! How funny! City folk will never get it !
A friend visited one day and didn’t know the difference between the ducks and the geese. How difficult is that?
She’d never pass the rooster/chicken test!
I’ve just stumbled across your blog and had a good laugh on reading this post.
I had a similar experience two days ago when I was flagged down by a motorist who warned me that “a horde of peasants” were blocking the road.
I continued on my way, trying to work out where a “horde of peasants” could have come from and what they were up to.
When I arrived home a little further up the road, I found our Scots Grey bantam hen and her six chicks had escaped again. All was explained, the motorist meant pheasants, not peasants.
Sigh, and there I was hoping for a horde of pitchfork wielding peasants screaming “down with the aristocracy”…
ROFL!!! Man, I hate when I meet up with those hoards of peasants…
hello country folk. i am indeed a city dweller and i have a question; is it true that when a rooster is about a hen will lay more eggs? oh and i knew about the chicken=hen&rooster, just like humans=men&woman although i have met many a man who put that truth to the test.
i know nothing of horses so you all would probably draw and quater me if i even tried to comment on them. to me i will forever be a little girl and call them ponies-all of em. my dad worked at a stable while he was laid off from the railroad and use to take me to visit the “ponies” they seemed to like me. now i just go pet them at the county fairs.
good read.