Our human mama is clueless. She brought the five of us home to this wacky farm. I remember her scooping us up from a metal bin marked sexed heavy pullets. I was glad to be out of that cold, unfriendly place. When HM (human mama) brought us home and stuck us under our new mama, Doe, it was pure heaven. Thankfully HM does have enough sense to leave us alone and let our Mama Doe handle the raising of us. Humans are okay, but they make sub-standard broodies, no offense.
We've been here three weeks now. We love it here! We get to free range with our mama and the rest of our fowl family all day long. Mama Doe takes good care of us. There's just one problem.....
Human Mama doesn't know what we are. She's been calling us jersey giants because of our yellow bottomed feet, dark legs and single combs, but we most definitely are NOT! HM also says we'll be big girls. Excuse me! I may grow up to be a bit fluffy and well, big boned, but I won't be a big girl.
HM also said something about the "sexers at Ideal" having been asleep at their workstations the day I was deemed a girl, whatever that means.
So what am I?
There's one of my nestmates that looks just like me. The other three, well they could be JGs for all this little chickie knows. HM can go right on calling them JGs for all I care!
We've been here three weeks now. We love it here! We get to free range with our mama and the rest of our fowl family all day long. Mama Doe takes good care of us. There's just one problem.....
Human Mama doesn't know what we are. She's been calling us jersey giants because of our yellow bottomed feet, dark legs and single combs, but we most definitely are NOT! HM also says we'll be big girls. Excuse me! I may grow up to be a bit fluffy and well, big boned, but I won't be a big girl.


So what am I?

There's one of my nestmates that looks just like me. The other three, well they could be JGs for all this little chickie knows. HM can go right on calling them JGs for all I care!