At the end of last summer I was chickenless and devastated. There were no eggs! I did the only sane to do; I rushed out and bought two very expensive hens. One was laying; the other was too young. The older hen was a Dominique, the younger a Rhode Island Red.
The second day, the Dominique laid an egg. That was the last one she laid until late winter. The little RIR never laid an egg.
One morning about two months ago, I was awake at 4:30 after going to the bathroom. I heard a strange noise and went to investigate. The by-now-huge RIR was crowing! She is a he. It took me two weeks to get rid of him.
Two weeks ago, I heard crowing at 6:30 am. WHAT!? I figured the backyard neighbors had roosters again. THEN, I was convinced my laying hen was crowing. Finally, I was able to see her crowing and it was true--sometimes hens without a rooster crow. She is not a very good or loud crower, thankfully.
Since late August I had not been able to find two female names that suited me, only male-female names like Bonnie and Clyde. After I got rid of the rooster, I found a name.
After all, it is a girl's name.
Have you ever acquired an animal that was wrongly identified? How did you figure out the mistake?