If you’ve been following my blog at all, you’d know that DH and I have been on a quest for some time now in regards to Easter Eggers. That is to say, we want them and they are eluding us.
All the EEs we have attempted to let Miss Abby brood have either died (infertile eggs, broken eggs, died after hatch, etc), disappeared (the two missing ones from this last hatch) or been a rooster (Esther).
I had boldly declared that these last two – whom I preemptively named Leia and Padme in honor of Little Dude’s Star Wars fixation – were being kept no matter what they turned out to be. Boy,girl, hen, roo. Did not matter. I was keeping them.
I am keeping them. Both them.
Even though Leia decided to CROW at me this morning at breakfast time, crushing my hopes that she was just a tall henny. But no.
My Leia is not Leia. He is… TBD. I guess we’re going to vote on a new name tonight at dinner. Options are Luke, Han, Chewie, or (possibly) Anakin. But no Darth Anything… I will NOT be raising little Sith Lords.