Embarassing rooster question...

[tstoikes]

Thank you for the education! At the wrong side of 50 I did NOT know this! But we didn't have chickens in the city and my Dad is too old school to have mentioned it. My roosters see examples from older roosters so they get it right.... HOWEVER my Silver Palm Tom is another case all together. First of all he seldom gets close enough to "Kiss" and I've seen him a time or two face the wrong direction. The poor fool is in love with me and if a sit outside he tries to mount my foot! Eeeewww... two of my hen turkeys are setting but I wonder if the eggs are even fertile.... guess we'll find out before long.....

 

[sevenofus]

IF only I had seen this post a month ago! Well then we wouldn't have our 4 adorable silkie x wyandotte babies! We have one roo who is a silkie. I have seen him many times on the backs of (literally) our hens and thought it was just because he was too small to "do it right"!!! I had no idea they didn't have the usual parts or that it was just taking him awhile to figure it all out! Wow! Where is the embarrassed face?!?

 

[Sunny Side Up]

More on male bird anatomy: I know that ducks & geese have penises, maybe all waterfowl do. Since they often mate in the water they need this piece of equipment to insure their sperm doesn't get washed away before it reaches its target. But my ducks often mate on the grass in the yard & the drakes' penises can be seen for a few moments right after they finish. It looks like a pale noodle. On my ducks only about 2-3" can be seen, but on some species of ducks their penises are incredibly long compared to their body size. Sometimes 2 drakes will be pursuing the same duck hen in my yard but they don't all mate at the same time.

There's a thread in the Meat Birds Etc section about caponizing. It's a procedure that laypeople can learn to perform. It used to be done more routinely before the development of the fast-growing breeds like the Cornish Cross, done in order to make the bird grow bigger & meatier. When the cockerel is still very young he is restrained, a small incision is made between the last 2 ribs, and the tiny testes are fished out. That's where they're located, just above the kidneys along the backbone. I think that's where they're located in all bird species, I'm certain there are no birds whose testes are located outside of their body cavities.

 

[faykokoWV]

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Good thing too, I have a mental image of that flying around in the air and let me say, its not pretty!

 

[Haggis]

after reading this thread I may never sleep again!

 

[fowltemptress]

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Going along with this thought . . . ducks, geese, swans, ostriches, cassowaries and kiwis all have penises. Does anyone know if any of these birds' penises so show up on menus or recipes anywhere? I'm sort of hoping the answer is yes, and to stumble across someone who has actually tried it. I'd love to know how it's prepared and how it tastes.

 

[millie481]

 

[drumstick diva]

fowltemptress - Ugh, gag me with a spoon.!!

 

[herefordlovinglady]

Oh my gosh, I am rolling...this has been a wonderful learning experience. following is an email i received from a friend..along the same lines i think...


Lizard Birth'
If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through
the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead
goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out
LOUD!
Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.
Here's what happened:
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me
there was 'something wrong' with one of the two
lizards he holds prisoner in his room.
'He's just lying there looking sick,' he told me. 'I'm
serious, Dad . Can you help?'
I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and
followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards
was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I
immediately knew what to do.
'Honey,' I called, 'come look at the lizard!'
'Oh, my gosh!' my wife exclaimed. 'She's having
babies.'
'What?' my son demanded. 'But their names are
Bert and Ernie, Mom!'
I was equally outraged.
'Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't
want them to reproduce,' I said accusingly to my wife.
'Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their
cage?' she inquired (I think she actually said this
sarcastically!)
'No, but you were supposed to get two boys!' I
reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet
voice, while gritting my teeth).
'Yeah, Bert and Ernie!' my son agreed.
'Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you
know,' she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see
what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make
the best of it.
'Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience,'
I announced. 'We're about to witness the miracle
of birth..'
'Oh, gross!' they shrieked
'Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do
with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?' my wife wanted
to know.
We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what
looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing
a scant second later.
'We don't appear to be making much progress,' I
noted.
'It's breech,' my wife whispered, horrified.
'Do something, Dad !' my son urged.
'Okay, okay.' Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed
the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug.
It disappeared. I tried several more times with the
same results.
'Should I call 911?' my eldest daughter wanted to know.
'Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.' (You
see a pattern here with the females in my house?)
'Let's get Ernie to the vet,' I said grimly.. We drove to
the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap.
'Breathe, Ernie, breathe,' he urged.
'I don't think lizards do Lamaze,' his mother noted to
him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I
mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy
is of her womb, for Goodness sake.).
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and
peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.
'What do you think, Doc, a C-section?' I suggested
scientifically.
'Oh, very interesting,' he murmured. 'Mr. and Mrs.
Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?'
I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.
'Is Ernie going to be okay?' my wife asked.
'Oh, perfectly,' the vet assured us. 'This lizard is not
in labor.. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen. . .
Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And
occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most
male species, they um . . um . . . you know..self stimulate. Just
the way he did, lying on his back.' He blushed,
glancing at my wife.
We were silent, absorbing this.
'So, Ernie's just . just . . . excited,' my wife offered.
'Exactly,' the vet replied , relieved that we understood.
More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to
giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.
'What's so funny?' I demanded, knowing, but not
believing that the woman I married would commit
the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.
Tears were now running down her face. 'It's just that . .
I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its. . teeny little . '
She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once
more.
'That's enough,' I warned. We thanked the vet and
hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into
the car.. He was glad everything was going to be okay.
'I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad ,'
he told me.
'Oh, you have NO idea,' my wife agreed, collapsing
with laughter.
Two lizards: $140.
One cage: $50.
Trip to the vet: $30.
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie:
Priceless!
Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class.
Lizards lay eggs!

 

[EweSheep]