Wait A Minute: Double Takes In The Nest

Yesterday morning I traveled to the mountains of North Carolina to visit kin folk and attend 2 family reunions. And yes I ate too much.

As usual, the mountains were beautiful and sleeping required quilts and blankets in a house without air conditioning even in August-- something that will never happen here in the Piedmont of North Carolina.

Upon my return I went directly to the back yard to check on my chickens. Gus is still unhappy about remaining in solitary confinement but BB, Elizabeth, Snowy and Elvis-- the rooster formerly thought to be a hen named Nellie-- all were happy to see me.

Especially after I gave everyone more corn.

It was then I walked to the nest and found two days of eggs from Elizabeth (blue eggs) BB (little brown eggs) Snowy (white eggs) and a giant brown egg.

A giant brown egg? Wait a minute... A giant brown egg can only mean that Elvis laid an egg. That means that Elvis is really Nellie and I've only one rooster to get rid of.

Anybody need a giant Cuckoo Moran rooster? Cockfighters need not apply.