Tonawanda News — I hope everyone had at least half as much fun as I did at this year’s Dog Days of Kenmore, which would mean that I had twice as much fun as you. I met a lot of new pooches and people and it was another great, popular event.
This past week, I can happily say, another very exciting event took place. But before I tell you that story, I must rewind to a account that I told mid-November of last year.
Early that month, I adopted four chickens from a very peculiar woman, way out in the country. I wrote about how when we arrived, Linda greeted us wearing a bathrobe, smoking a cigarette. Her voice was deep, as if she had been smoking her entire life, and the sun was setting. We walked in her backyard on a skinny cement sidewalk, getting the grand tour of her beloved chickens. She nudged us along, saying “Go on, they won’t bite.”
“Aren’t they beautiful?” she asked, as she held up a day-old chick.
I told her I had decided on a few older ones, about 4 weeks old, and she attempted to sex them for me. In my town, it is illegal to own a rooster, so I only wanted females.
Linda had a few ways of sexing the baby chicks. One method was to scruff them, as if they were a kitten being moved by their mom. She said if the chick freezes and splays its legs, it will be a female, because that is how they respond to males when they are older. If the chick keeps kicking, it is a male because that is how the males deal with each other. They tussle.
I didn’t think that is true, but I let her go on.