Well when I was a kid, my mom and brother had been for a drive and they said this chicken fell off the truck and on to the road.
So, they brought her home.
Her beak was bleeding and we used my dad's caustic shaving stick to stop the blood. I wonder if my father ever knew that.
However, she ended up being mine. I was twelve at the time and thought I knew everything.
One day I got home from school and I heard my precious chicken screaming her head off in the backyard. She was in her hen house all by herself just squawking like crazy. She looked like she was straining and
. Duh
I thought she was constipated.
So I ran and got some Vaseline, put it on my finder and just wiped it across her butt, and before I could remove my hand I felt something warm and wet fall into my hand. Ewwwww!
I thought she had pooped in my hand. So you can guess at my amazement and surprise when I found had a great big white egg in my hand. It was her first and I guess laying it kind of smarted.
I would not let anyone eat that egg for a longest time.