This morning I was meeting the new group of nomads over at the coop. DH let the chickens out to show them, and a roo jumped on a hen.
"Your chickens are not nice," the assistant (who is our neighbor and chicken sitter) says to me. "That one is standing on top of the other one."
"That's what boy chickens do to girl chickens!" Was my answer.
"But why?" She asked, then her eyes got big and round.
"Y'all need to have a different talk later," DH said. All the old people were snickering and elbowing each other.

"Your chickens are not nice," the assistant (who is our neighbor and chicken sitter) says to me. "That one is standing on top of the other one."
"That's what boy chickens do to girl chickens!" Was my answer.
"But why?" She asked, then her eyes got big and round.
"Y'all need to have a different talk later," DH said. All the old people were snickering and elbowing each other.

