When our wee flock arrived as day-old chicks twenty-seven-ish weeks ago, we were expecting a male or two—especially since the hatchery had sent three extra birds. For weeks and weeks, Hubby and I had great fun trying to figure out which of our chickens was a roo in the making.
Unless someone is a late bloomer...
...they're all hens!!!
Even the fine folks of BYC can be wrong, but apparently it's only once in a blue moon! ;D