Gertrude the Prude laid the first egg of the hens this morning, and you would have thought my husband and I won the lottery. We hooted and hollered and did all the things proud parents do, praised Gertrude for her wondrous miracle (she did not appreciate our enthusiasm). I never thought I’d get so excited over an egg.

Sad story, Gertrude’s mighty thighs squashed that poor egg – what a waste of time and biofunctions! Poor girl, I’m sure she was sad. Actually, probably not. The chickens still have yet to show signs of intelligence.

My husband and I took that broken egg shell and held it high and danced around the field with joy! Our neighbors think we are completely nuts.

Time to get busy, Big Red, Mabel, and Tootsie! We’re ready for omelettes!



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