At one time we had three chickens and a beautiful rooster. Well, the rooster found his very loud voice one day, so we decided he needed to go to a new home. His new home turned out to be Papa's house. From there he ended up right in the jaws of a coyote and he was never heard from again. We couldn't have an uneven number of chickens for our family, everyone needs their very own. Papa sent us home with one of his chickens since he had just gotten about 20 of them from a friend. Our little ladies didn't take to kindly to the new chicken. We finally had to lock them all in the coop for a few days and make them get along. They still bicker at dinner time but the white chicken is very fast so she gets plenty to eat.The cold weather came around and the egg laying production slowed down a bit. The white chicken is younger than our chickens. Our chickens have been laying for sometime now. We never got white eggs so we thought the white chicken was still to young to lay. Now I had heard, from a reliable source that white chickens only lay white eggs. We checked daily and still no eggs from our white hen.
Yesterday when I threw out some bread for the chickens, I noticed that the white chicken wasn't acting like she usually did. She didn't want to eat much and she was moving around pretty slow. If you know me, then you'll guess what I did all that day. Yes, I WORRIED about the darn chicken. When we got home from school the kids checked for eggs and did their homework. When Dad got home from work he went outside to play so naturally we all followed him. I had noticed the white chicken had been over in a corner of the yard most mornings when I went to check on the chickens. After worrying about her all day I went looking for her.
Yesterday when I threw out some bread for the chickens, I noticed that the white chicken wasn't acting like she usually did. She didn't want to eat much and she was moving around pretty slow. If you know me, then you'll guess what I did all that day. Yes, I WORRIED about the darn chicken. When we got home from school the kids checked for eggs and did their homework. When Dad got home from work he went outside to play so naturally we all followed him. I had noticed the white chicken had been over in a corner of the yard most mornings when I went to check on the chickens. After worrying about her all day I went looking for her.
Where did I find her. Sitting on her HOARD of eggs! We must have found 20. Are they white?? NO. So much for a RELIABLE source, Dad! We had no idea how old the eggs were or which one had been laid that day. The girls collected all the eggs and we disposed of them. Now we know where to look for her eggs and we can stop looking for white eggs! I no longer have to WORRY about the white chicken. She's laying eggs like a chicken, she's as healthy as a horse, and as always she thinks she's a dog!
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