Friday, August 01, 2008

Oprah is a Man


I must say the joy of spying our first egg in one of the nests yesterday afternoon was tempered a bit by the new choruses of crowing coming from the garden. Yes, our biggest, fluffiest, shiniest most glorious hen - Oprah - is actually a rooster masquerading as a hen - a she-male if you will. So now what? I'm thinking we may have to find Oprah a new home. What would you do?

7 comments:

nicholas said...

What would I do? Maybe coq au vin or better yet, a good old fashioned fricassee.

Amanda said...

I'd seek advice from Gayle.

christina said...

YOU TOO!!!!!! it's always the prettiest one isn't it! perhaps you could bring oprah (or as my father-in-law would pronounce it oFFFrah, not sure how he hasn't figured out her name yet, but i digress) to the farm where we brought dodi fayed. apparently hens produce more eggs when the rooster is around and also the rooster protects the hens and brings them food. but if they crowing is too loud, boot him.

Stephen said...

first step, renaming it. If we went from Princess Di to Dodi Fayed may I suggest renaming Oprah... Stedman!?

nicholas said...

Renaming is a good step, I suggest Harpo.

charissimo said...

Well, we actually renamed it "dinner." Oprah was delicious with a fresh herb and olive oil rub, barbequed til tender. Our friend Paul came over and showed Jay and Chris how to butcher while Becca and I cowered in a corner up at the house. We are learning to be farm people! Some of us are, anyway. The rest of us are just trying not to be such wussies.

Anonymous said...

You did the only thing that makes sense.