My granddaughter and I have raised our chickens together. One Sunday morning we were sitting outside with the chickens before we went to church. We thought our chickens wouldn't lay until they were eight months old and ours were much younger than that. One of the chickens started acting very strange. I texted church and told them that I couldn't come because my chicken was either sick or was going to lay our first egg. It took a while, while she went here and there, all stressed out, but she finally laid that egg. I texted this photograph to my church with the title: "it was an egg." We were
so proud of her.