Does crowing always mean a roo?

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Our 9 week old Moss Egger has started crowing. Morning and Evening. I am assuming it means it's a roo, but is there a way to be sure?

 

[TheOddOneOut]

Our 9 week old Moss Egger has started crowing. Morning and Evening. I am assuming it means it's a roo, but is there a way to be sure?

Pics?

 

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[TheOddOneOut]

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Yes, roo.

 

[Chickassan]

X-2 You got a baby boy.

Yes, roo.

Unrelated but OddOneOut I just realised your avatar isn't a chicken, time to power up my glasses.

 

[Sadness Child]

Transgender but not likely

 

[TheOddOneOut]

X-2 You got a baby boy.

Unrelated but OddOneOut I just realised your avatar isn't a chicken, time to power up my glasses.

 

[Ol Grey Mare]

In young birds, yes, the "crowing hens" people talk about are mature birds that experience a shift in later life due to various causes.
And your pic only confirms it....you have a cockerel

 

[Eggscaping]

Ever hear the old adage about 'whistling girls and crowing hens'? No? Well here is the whole poem:
Mothers cluck and grandmothers frown –
“Hush up your mouth! Let that skirt down!
Whistling girls and crowing hens
Will always come to some bad ends.”

Still they come on the market day,
Rowdy girls of a wild way,
Rucking up skirts to free their legs,
Swinging their baskets full of eggs.

Says Joan, “I’ve saved to buy a sword.”
“I’ll just rescue a handsome lord,”
Brit says, winking, her cheeks aglow.
Marian grins and strings her bow.

The years roll on, and not one weds,
Though sisters go to marriage beds.
Their mothers wail and cry, “What for?”
Then, hark – the distant horns of war!

Joan grabs her sword and steals a horse
To change the battle’s bitter course.
The men she leads are full of heart.
They slay the foe. Joan does her part.

Brit finds the kidnapped prince’s cell –
Six hens distract the guard dogs well.
She sets him free and off they fly.
He swears to wed her, by and by.

Wedding bells ring for King and Queen
As Mark and Brit walk up the green.
A traitor tries to steal the crown –
Marian’s there to shoot him down.

Joan weds a scout; Marian, too,
Chooses a soldier, brave and true.
Joan wears her sword upon the day;
Marian’s crowned with thorns of May.

Daughters come to them each in time,
Greeted in turn with this new rhyme:
“Whistling girls and crowing hens
Do more good than anyone kens!”

 

[Sadness Child]

Ever hear the old adage about 'whistling girls and crowing hens'? No? Well here is the whole poem:
Mothers cluck and grandmothers frown –
“Hush up your mouth! Let that skirt down!
Whistling girls and crowing hens
Will always come to some bad ends.”

Still they come on the market day,
Rowdy girls of a wild way,
Rucking up skirts to free their legs,
Swinging their baskets full of eggs.

Says Joan, “I’ve saved to buy a sword.”
“I’ll just rescue a handsome lord,”
Brit says, winking, her cheeks aglow.
Marian grins and strings her bow.

The years roll on, and not one weds,
Though sisters go to marriage beds.
Their mothers wail and cry, “What for?”
Then, hark – the distant horns of war!

Joan grabs her sword and steals a horse
To change the battle’s bitter course.
The men she leads are full of heart.
They slay the foe. Joan does her part.

Brit finds the kidnapped prince’s cell –
Six hens distract the guard dogs well.
She sets him free and off they fly.
He swears to wed her, by and by.

Wedding bells ring for King and Queen
As Mark and Brit walk up the green.
A traitor tries to steal the crown –
Marian’s there to shoot him down.

Joan weds a scout; Marian, too,
Chooses a soldier, brave and true.
Joan wears her sword upon the day;
Marian’s crowned with thorns of May.

Daughters come to them each in time,
Greeted in turn with this new rhyme:
“Whistling girls and crowing hens
Do more good than anyone kens!”

I have never heard this before and I love it