We finally faced facts.
This is Tatiana.
Tatiana is a rooster. Notice that mohawk, rather than the puffballs Mensa and Middlefoot have as a cranial aura? Notice his proud stance? His keen eyes? Actually, all the birds have beautiful bright eyes, so maybe that's not a defining feature. Well, yesterday, his crowing was the straw that broke our denial camel's back (sorry dudes, too much crazy Sarah Palin speech watching lately). Tatiana was renamed Totes a couple weeks ago by Mr. HybridHopes, as in "Tats," Tats being her former nickname, "is Totes a rooster." Yeah, well, Totes is en route to Silverton where he can live out his days dodging coyotes and mackin' on the ladies.
He left yesterday. The day before, I had noticed Francis squatting and not doing the thing chickens normally do when they do a little pause in their walk coupled with a slight squat. Yeah, I mean poop. I immediately freaked out, thinking she must be egg bound. I couldn't feel an egg when I felt on her lower belly, and she seemed healthy, so I left her alone.
Sunday though, Sunday she made a nest in the garage. THE GARAGE! I gently moved her off, no egg. Alright.
Go post about Tats. Put around picking ripe things in the garden. Find two responses. The first, Silverton. The second, a crazy response. Call the Silverton guy, who happens to be like 10 blocks away at the time I responded. We went out to catch Tats/Totes, but first I checked Francis's nest. Francis was frolicking with the other chickens at this time. THERE WAS A TINY LITTLE EGG!!! <3
and guess where she is this morning?
I'm about to have the smallest two egg omelette the world has ever seen!
To commemorate this super exciting event:
Did I ever tell you that Swamp Thing was filmed at my great aunt's home for slightly off kilter old folks? It may have been a sequel, actually. It's a bit of family lore I've been meaning to clarify.