My five year old granddaughter enjoys gathering the chicken eggs when she comes to visit. One day when she was visiting we were out gathering the eggs. While I was checking the feed and water, I noticed she had put the eggs back inside one of the nesting box. I asked her why she did that, she said, "I want these to hatch onto baby chicks." (At the time I only had hens). I told her the eggs wouldn't hatch like that, there was a process the eggs had to go through before they hatched. Of course she wanted to know what process. I tried to explain to her that we had to have a rooster first, then a hen gad to sit on the eggs a few weeks. She asked why I didn't have a rooster. I told her I was picky and wanted just the right rooster. A week before Christmas I did get a rooster. A dear friend of the family gave me a gorgeous Austolorp (spelling? anyway, he was a young rooster, he started crowing last week). Well, Kylee came up to visit for Christmas and stayed a couple days. We were all sitting at breakfast on Saturday morning enjoying homemade biscuits, country ham and gravy and of course fresh scrambled eggs from my ladies. Kylee wanted to know whose egg she was eating, I told since they were scrambled, it was a little of each. She said,"you mean Chicky Wicky (a name she gave one of the chickens)" I said, "of course." Then just out of the blue with everyone (this was an extended family breakfast) at the table she said, "When is the rooster going to make baby chicks? You said when you get a rooster, you will get baby chicks." Of course out of fun everyone wanted me to answer her. All I could think to say was, "He's working on it Kylee, give him a chance." Then I reminded her the hens had to be ready to be a mommy too and sit on the eggs.
Well, that's my story, I know it's a little lengthy, but again, I can't tell a story in few words. Enjoy.
