If our chickens cross the road it is not a good thing, at least not for them. If our chicks turn into roosters, then they cross the road. The road being where our sweet neighbors live. The roosters are then transported to Grannie’s house where they live a happy life…until she eats them.
Our hens have been ‘off the lay’ as it were, in other words, we’ve been eating store-bought eggs and let me tell you they are not good. We’ve been patient with the girls and their lack of egg delivery. I even cleaned their nesting boxes to encourage better laying. I also set a deadline and had My Loving Spouse give them ‘the talk’. If they didn’t start laying by Mother’s day…they were going to cross the road. The chickens have one job here and that is to provide eggs, if they cannot do that, well, then as the Red Queen in Alice and Wonderland would say, “Off with their heads”.
I think that the girls got the word, and just in the nick of time. This morning 4 freshly laid eggs awaited me, can you say…reprieve?
