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If you give a chicken an egg...

(my apologies to Laura Numerhoff for stealing her writing concept)

If you give a chicken a plastic egg in hopes that she will lay one beside it,
she will want a clean nesting box to go with it.

And when you gather the cleaning supplies for the hen house,
you'll realize their nesting box needs a larger border.

When you pull out the scrap wood and jigsaw to cut the border,
the hens will get upset because you're making too much noise in the garage.

But when you quickly finish in the garage and move to the hen house,
they'll be curious about what you're doing and will come to supervise and to squawk.

So to help them calm down, you'll move their food outside.
And once the hen house is ready and clean, you'll realize they need more food.

When you get more food from the garage, you'll see them nesting in the brooder box in the garage and realize you forgot to put the plastic eggs (now separated and scattered throughout the pen) back into the nesting boxes.

And when you finish placing the plastic eggs back into the nesting boxes, you'll notice that the pen could use cleaning out as well. But that means you need a place to put the compost.

And before you start shoveling compost around the shrubbery, it needs to be weed-eated and trimmed.

But before you begin to do that chore, you need a bathroom break.  And while you're inside cooling off, you realize you haven't gathered eggs for the day yet.

And when you go back outside to gather the eggs, you'll realize that you need to finish cleaning the pen in front of the nesting boxes, so maybe they'll lay an egg where they're supposed to.  Maybe.

Comments

Lydia said…
Lol! This is great- love it!

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