Thursday, December 10, 2015

Beenaner

I don't know how this little body can hold such a giant spirit.

Anna is supposed to collect the eggs every morning.  After two days of returning with an egg-less basket I started to doubt her thoroughness.  Anna and I went back to the chicken coop and sure enough, there were no eggs to be found in the nesting boxes. 

I began searching the run for eggs knowing that sometimes the chickens start laying in the cavities of the rocks.  While searching, I rhetorically asked the chickens where they were laying their eggs.  And then Anna said

"Oh Mom, I'll ask them.  I speak chicken."

And she proceeded to make all sorts of clucking noises.

After a brief moment, she told me

"Mom, they said they were laying in the coop."

All be darned!

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