The Chicken or the Egg

I feel rich. Jared's chickens are in my care for a few days while he vacations on the Cape. And, I get to keep the eggs.

The shallow nest, if you can call it a nest, is tucked in the corner of the coop. There, the mother hen sits and squawks and worries until she deposits her treasure. I would like to see a little more maternal instinct, but she is fickle in her ability to sit still for long. Maybe it is a character flaw, or maybe she knows I will be coming to gather the eggs, and she doesn't want to get too attached. In any event, she doesn't seem too interested in nesting.

Having chickens is quite an experience. We have baby chicks, mother hens, and a rooster. A ROOSTER.

I think the rooster must have been the very first snooze button. If you manage to sleep through the first crowing at 4 a.m., rest assured that the cock will crow again. And, again.