A neighbor came to visit. She won't eat my chicken's eggs (for obvious reasons - they come out of chickens) but she came to "see the chickens."
I took her back to the hen house where I pointed out each chicken by name. The woman looked confused saying, "I can see that one is black and white and there is a brown one, but the other three are all black. You can't possibly know which one is which."
I assured her that each hen has her own distinguishing features - I was not even going to mention personality for fear of being committed to the funny farm - and I definitely can tell one from another. I proceeded to point out each hen by name and show that "Elsbeth has the large floppy red comb. Priscilla is more slender and has a flat comb. Maya is quite a bit larger and has an especially lovely tail." (Actually, I said, "butt.")
She peered at the hens. Shrugged. Sighed. I am the crazy chicken lady, after all, so she would give me the benefit of the doubt.
I started to collect the eggs and as I did so I pointed out which hen laid which egg.
WELL, that was going TOO far! I may just possibly be able to tell one chicken from another (though she doubted it) but I simply could NOT tell what egg came from what hen. OK, the green one came from Maya (whichever hen that was) but the other eggs are brown.
I showed her each egg, making sure she noted the differences in shape and color. She heaved a tolerant sigh barely admitting she could distinguish color shades, but absolutely insisting that "egg shape is egg shape." She walked away shaking her head and saying she would come to "see the chickens again, if you don't mind."
I said she was welcome any time. I did not say why. The reason? The entertainment value: she is much more amusing than anything on television!!
I took her back to the hen house where I pointed out each chicken by name. The woman looked confused saying, "I can see that one is black and white and there is a brown one, but the other three are all black. You can't possibly know which one is which."
I assured her that each hen has her own distinguishing features - I was not even going to mention personality for fear of being committed to the funny farm - and I definitely can tell one from another. I proceeded to point out each hen by name and show that "Elsbeth has the large floppy red comb. Priscilla is more slender and has a flat comb. Maya is quite a bit larger and has an especially lovely tail." (Actually, I said, "butt.")
She peered at the hens. Shrugged. Sighed. I am the crazy chicken lady, after all, so she would give me the benefit of the doubt.
I started to collect the eggs and as I did so I pointed out which hen laid which egg.
WELL, that was going TOO far! I may just possibly be able to tell one chicken from another (though she doubted it) but I simply could NOT tell what egg came from what hen. OK, the green one came from Maya (whichever hen that was) but the other eggs are brown.
I showed her each egg, making sure she noted the differences in shape and color. She heaved a tolerant sigh barely admitting she could distinguish color shades, but absolutely insisting that "egg shape is egg shape." She walked away shaking her head and saying she would come to "see the chickens again, if you don't mind."
I said she was welcome any time. I did not say why. The reason? The entertainment value: she is much more amusing than anything on television!!