Once upon a time someone found a small featherless bird and gave it to kind hearted people who as it turned out had chickens.
Was it a wedgetail eagle, a hawk? Experts were consulted and agreed it was a raptor of some kind but what kind?
A week or so passed and feathers grew and it dawned on everyone that it was a chicken. A rooster though of course with that history.
The chickens passed to other people as domestic circumstances changed. They looked forward to to the sound of the pitter patter of little chicken feet. But days and weeks passed and no cock a doodle a doodle was to be heard.
A google search was carried out on the sexing of chickens. Conclusion it’s a hen. That explains the mystery of the four eggs a day when there were only three hens.
From eagle to rooster to hen – what a shape shifter. Time for a new name for the chicken from the Wati that he/she has been carrying till now.
