I was talking about something like this with my 90 year-old father today. We were trying to remember the sequence of chickens. You know, they aren't like people . . . generations come along rather quickly
. We were trying to put together the story from about 30 years ago.
He had a little black bantie with a pea comb that he'd gotten from my brother. She was of unknown parentage but Bro' gave Dad the bantie and gave me her
boyfriend - a beautiful SS Hamburg.
The little hen set some eggs and soon there was an identical little back pullet, just like her mom only a little bigger. Dad gave this hen to my neighbor, Hank. Hank had flock of Leghorns including a rooster. Before long, this little black hen was setting on eggs.
The eggs hatched and amongst the chicks were NINE roosters. They were each unique and, for the most part, the prettiest things you've ever seen. There were those with pea combs, those with rose combs, and those with single combs. There was one guy who looked just like his Leghorn father. Some were spotted something like Grandpa Hamburg, some were dove gray, some were gray with black bars. They were all beautiful and all different.
Steve