One was obvious - big plumed tail, prominent crest - all the trappings of a young strutter. The other one seemed obvious - big spurs on the backs of it's legs and all.
Gav butchered them, plucked out their feathers and started gutting them.
I was picking cherry tomatoes, banana and jalapeno peppers and digging up spuds when I heard "Hey Yo! Come and look at this!"
In his hand Gav held a perfectly formed egg yolk and as we peered into the carcass of the black 'rooster' we saw 20 or 30 more yolks in various stages of growth. This rooster was undoubtedly a hen. And a great layer at that!
They are both in the oven now and we will have a feast tonight....sorry miss black hen - I am slightly gutted that you are extremely gutted but I promise to honour you by enjoying every single mouthful!