One hen in particular, Maggie.
It's hot out, in the 90s. I drag my ol' achy self outside to do a few chores and I hear the egg song! Only it wasn't coming from the coop, but instead way off in the distance in an area that's completely overgrown with brush and high grass.
I unlock an old rusty gate that rarely used to head out there. Push my way thru the brush, looking for snakes the whole time. Step in and almost loose my footing in a pile of fresh cow poo. Finally reach the source of the egg song, push aside some tall weeds and find........Maggie, standing there with a look on her face that clearly said "Made ya look!"
Maggie needs to watch her step with me. I haven't decided on what to cook for supper yet.
DH has bush-hogging the area on the top of his list of honey-do's during next week's vacation. He so better remember that.
It's hot out, in the 90s. I drag my ol' achy self outside to do a few chores and I hear the egg song! Only it wasn't coming from the coop, but instead way off in the distance in an area that's completely overgrown with brush and high grass.
I unlock an old rusty gate that rarely used to head out there. Push my way thru the brush, looking for snakes the whole time. Step in and almost loose my footing in a pile of fresh cow poo. Finally reach the source of the egg song, push aside some tall weeds and find........Maggie, standing there with a look on her face that clearly said "Made ya look!"
Maggie needs to watch her step with me. I haven't decided on what to cook for supper yet.
DH has bush-hogging the area on the top of his list of honey-do's during next week's vacation. He so better remember that.
