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My brother and I couldn't agree on what determines the sex of a chicken. If the animal in question had been a carabao it would have been simple to examine its tail, hooves, or horns. But chickens are not like carabaos. If it has a brass on its nose the carabao would undoubtedly be a bull.
My brother and I couldn't agree on what determines the sex of a chicken. If the animal in question had been a carabao it would have been simple to examine its tail, hooves, or horns. But chickens are not like carabaos. If it has a brass on its nose the carabao would undoubtedly be a bull.
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My brother and I couldn't agree on what determines the sex of a chicken. If the animal in question had been a carabao it would have been simple to examine its tail, hooves, or horns. But chickens are not like carabaos. If it has a brass on its nose the carabao would undoubtedly be a bull.
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Alejandro R. Roces ³No, look at its head. It ³It is a hen,´ I said.
has no comb or wattles.´ ³It is not.´ ³No comb or wattles! My brother Kiko had a Who cares about its comb or ³It is.´ very peculiar chicken. It was wattles? Didn¶t you see it fight?´ very peculiar because no one could tell whether it was a ³Sure, I saw it fight, but I rooster or a hen. My brother still say it is a hen.´ claimed it was a rooster. I ³That¶s enough!´ claimed it was a hen. We almost Mother interrupted. ³How many ³A hen! Did you ever saw times must Father tell you boys got lynched trying to settle the a hen with spurs like this? Or a argument. not to argue during lunch?´ hen with a tail like this?´ What is the argument about this time?´ The whole question Kiko and I could not began early one morning, while agree on what determines the Kiko and I were driving the We told Mother and she sex of a chicken. If the animal in went out to look at the chicken, chickens from the cornfield. The question had been a carabao it corn had just been planted and would have been simple. All we the chickens were scratching the would have to do was to look at ³The chicken´, she said, seed out for food. Suddenly we the carabao. We would have ³is a binabae. It is a rooster that heard the rapid flapping of wasted no time at examining its looks like a hen.´ wings. We turned in the tail, hooves, or horns. We would direction of the sound and saw simply have looked at the animal That should have the two chickens fighting the far straight in the face, and if it had ended the argument. But Father end of the field. We could not a brass on its nose the carabao also went to see the chicken and see the birds clearly, as they would undoubtedly be a bull. he said. were lunging at each other in a But chickens are not like whirlwind of feathers and dust. carabaos. So the argument ³No, Mother, you are went on in the field and the wrong. That chicken is a ³Look at the rooster whole morning. binalake, a hen which looks like fight!|´ my brother said pointing a rooster.´ excitedly at one of the chickens. At noon, we left to have ³Why, if I had a rooster like that I our lunch. We argued about it on could get rich in the cockpit.´ ³Have you been the way home. When we arrived drinking again?´ Mother asked. at our house, Kiko tethered the ³Let us go and catch it,´ I chicken on a peg. The chicken suggested. ³No, you stay here, I flapped its wings ± and then ³No,´ Father answered. will go and catch it,´ Kiko said, crowed. my brother slowly approached ³Then what makes you the battling chickens. They were ³There! Did you hear say that rooster is a hen? Have so busy fighting that they did not that?´ my brother exclaimed you ever seen a hen with notice him as he approached. triumphantly. ³I suppose you are feathers like that?´ When he got near them, he going to tell me now that dived and caught one of them by carabaos fly.´ ³Listen. I have handled the legs. It struggled and fighting roosters since I was a squawked. Kiko finally held it by ³I do not care if it crows boy, and you cannot tell me that both wings and it stood still. I ran or not,´ I said. ³That chicken is a thing is a rooster.´ over to where he was and took a good look at the chicken. hen.´ Before Kiko and I We went in the house realized what had happened to ³ it is a hen!´ I said. and the discussion continued Father and Mother were arguing during lunch. about the chicken all by ³What is the matter with themselves. Soon Mother was you?´ my brother asked. ³Is the crying. She always cried when heat making you sick?´ ³It is not a hen,´ Kiko argued with Father. said. ³It is a rooster.´ ³You know well that it is ³Tenienteng Tasio, is had studied poultry husbandry at a rooster,´ she sobbed. ³You this chicken a male or a Los Baños, and he operated a are just being mean and female?´ Kiko asked. large egg farm. When we got stubborn.´ there Mr. Cruz was taking his ³That is a question that siesta, so Kiko released the ³I am sorry,´ Father could concern only another chicken in his yard. said. But I know a hen when I chicken,´ the chief replied. see one.´ The other chicken Both Kiko and I were would not associate with ours. Then he put his arms taken aback by this replication. Not only did they keep as far around Mother and called her But Kiko was obstinate, so he away from it as they could, but corny names like my Reina tried another approach. they did not even seem to care Elenea, my Madonna and my to which sex it belonged. Maria Clara. He always did that Unembarrassed by this, our ³Look, teniente,´ he chicken chased and disgraced when Mother cried. Kiko and I said, ³my brother and I happen felt embarrassed. We left the several pullets. to have a special interest in this house without finishing our particular chicken. Please give lunch. us an answer. Just say µyes¶ or ³There!´ my brother µno¶. Is this a rooster?´ exclaimed. ³I know who can settle this question,´ my brother said. ³It does not look like ³That should prove to any rooster that I have ever you it is a rooster.´ ³Tenienteng Tasio.´ seen,´ said the teniente. ³It proves nothing of the Tenienteng Tasio was ³It is a hen, then,´ I sort,´ I said. ³It only proves it has the head of the village. I did not said. rooster instincts ± but it could think that the chief of the village still be a hen.´ was the man who could solve a ³It does not look like problem. For the chief was the any hen that I have ever seen,´ As soon as Mr. Cruz barrio philosopher. By this I was the reply. was up, we caught the chicken mean that he was a man who and took it to his office. explained his strange views by even stranger reasons. For My brother and I were dumbfounded. For a long while ³Mr. Cruz,´ Kiko said, example, the chief frowned on ³is this a hen or a rooster?´ cockfighting. Now many people we remained speechless. Then object to rooster fighting, their Teniente Tasio asked: reason being either that they Mr. Cruz looked at the think cockfighting is cruel or that ³Have you ever seen an bird curiously and then said: they think gambling is bad. animal like this before?´ Neither of these was the chief¶s ³Hmmmm, I don¶t know. reason. Cockfighting, he said Kiko and I had to admit I couldn¶t tell at one look. I have was a waste of time because it that we hadn¶t. never run across a biddy like this has been proven that one before.´ gamecock can beat another. ³Then how do you both know it is a chicken?´ ³Well, is there any way The chief, however, you can tell?´ had one merit. He was the oldest man in the barrio, and ³Well, what else could it be?´ Kiko asked in turn. ³Why, sure. Look at the while this did not make him an feathers on its back. If the ends ornithologist, still, we have to are round, it¶s a she. If they are admit that anything said always ³It could be another pointed, then it is a he.´ carries more weight if it is said kind of bird.´ by a man with grey hairs. So when Kiko suggested consulting The three of us ³Oh, God, no!´ Kiko examined its feathers closely. It the teniente, I voiced no said.´ Let¶s go to town and see had both! objection. I acquiesced to let Mr. Cruz. He would know.´ him be the arbiter of our dispute. He untied the chicken ³Hmm. Very peculiar,´ and we both took it to the chief. Mr. Eduardo Cruz lived said Mr. Cruz. in the nearby town of Alcala. He ³Is there any other way ³That does not mean leave through the back way. I you can tell?´ anything to me,´ my brother said. had the chicken under my arm. ³´My rooster will kill it.´ We ran towards the coconut ³I could kill it and groves and we kept running till examine its insides,´ ³Do not be a fool,´ I we lost the mob. As soon as we said. ³That red rooster is a killer. felt safe, we sat on the ground It has killed more chickens than and rested. We were both ³No, I don¶t want it panting like dogs. killed,´ my brother said. the cholera. There is no rooster in this province that can take its gaff. Pick on a less formidable ³Now are you I took the plumed rooster.´ convinced it is a rooster?´ Kiko creature in my arms and we muttered between breaths. walked back to the barrio. Kiko was silent most of the way. Then My brother would not suddenly he snapped his fingers listen. The match was made and ³Yes,´ I answered. and said: the birds were headed for the killing. Sharp steel gaffs were I was glad the whole tied to their left legs. Kiko bet thing was over. ³I know how I can prove eight pesos on his chicken. I to you that this is a rooster.´ only bet two. The odds were two to one. Then I said a tacit prayer But the chicken had ³How?´ I asked. to Santa Rita de Casia, other ideas. It began to quiver. patroness of the impossible. Then something round and warm dropped on to my hand. ³Would you agree that The chicken cackled with this is a rooster if it fights in a Then the fight began. laughter. I looked down and saw cockpit ± and it wins?´ Both birds were released at the ± an egg! center of the arena. The Texan ³If this hen of yours can scratched the ground as if it beat a gamecock, I would were digging a grave for its believe anything,´ I said. opponent. Moments later, the two fighters confronted each other. I expected our rooster to ³All right,´ he said, ³we die of fright. Instead, a strange will take it to the cockpit this thing happened. A lovesick coming Sunday.´ expression came into the red rooster¶s eyes. Then it did a love So that Sunday we took dance. Naturally, this was a the chicken to the cockpit. Kiko most surprising incident to one looked around for a suitable and all, but particularly to those opponent and finally decided on who had stakes on the Texas a red rooster. I recognized the rooster. For it was evident that rooster as a veteran of the pit the Texan was thoroughly whose picture had once graced infatuated with our chicken and the cover of the gamecock that any attention it had for the magazine ÿ . It was also moment was strictly amatory. the chanticleer that had once But before anyone could collect escaped to the forest and lured his wits our foul rushed at the all the hens away from the red stag with its hackle feathers surrounding farms. Raising its flaring. In one lunge, it buried its serpent-liked head, the red spur in its adversary¶s breast. rooster eyed the chicken The fight was over! The arrogantly and jiggled its sickle sentencer raised our chicken in feathers. This scared me. For I token victory. knew that when the gamecock is in breeding mood it is twice a ³Tiope! Tiope! Fixed ferocious. fight!´ the crowed shouted.
³Do not pit your hen Then a riot broke out.
against the rooster,´ I told Kiko. People tore the bamboo That the rooster is not a native benches apart and used them as chicken. It was brought over the clubs. My brother and I had to from Texas.´