But… how can I tell if one of them’s a rooster or not?“Roosters are… I don’t know… bigger. And they have more feathers.”
“Feathers? Like I’ve got to go and count feathers?” “No, stupid! My mom says that the male’s always brighter.”
Then he laughs and says, “Although in your case I’m not so sure.”
“Thanks. You are giving me big-time help here, buddy. I really appreciate it.”
Look, a rooster’s going to be bigger and have brighter feathers. You know, those long ones in the back?
They’re redder or blacker or whatever. And don’t roosters have some rubbery red stuff growing off the top of their head?
And some off their neck, too? Yeah, the rooster’s got all sorts of rubbery red stuff all around its face.
So you’re saying I’m supposed to look over the fence for big feathers and rubbery red stuff.
Well, come to think of it, chickens have that rubbery red stuff, too. Just not as much of it.
I rolled my eyes at him and was about to say, Forget it, I’ll just ask Juli, but then he says, “I’ll come with you if you want.”
“Seriously?” “Yeah, dude. Seriously.”
And that, my friend, is how I wound up spying over the Bakers’ back fence with Garrett Anderson at three-thirty that afternoon.
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