pick up Ciara at school yesterday.
As I was loading oldest and youngest kidlets into my minivan, a chicken greeted me at my front tire. I am not a fan of livestock of any sort, in particular any of the poultry variety. After a split second of watching it peck my tire and wondering when TC had become a rural area… hmm this may explain my umpteen flat tires annually… I shrieked and locked us tight in the car. The chicken appeared to squat as I drove away.
Upon our return, the chicken was gone and in its place was a freshly laid egg. This was one of those surreal moments you expect in that fantabulous movie “L.A. Story”. I digress. Brendan immediately high-tailed it out of the car, visually inspected the egg, and prostrated himself all but under my car to see if his beloved mother had killed the chicken who laid the egg. It was a feat, but Ciara and I were able to convince him that the hen had been spared.
Wonder what he’ll think when he comes home to the planned meal of chicken legs for dinner tonight?
2 comments:
lol! where did it come from??? i see bunnies and coyotes and scorpions and many a quail, but never a chicken that lays eggs. maybe it was the golden goose! save that egg!!!!!
monica
It was incredible, Monica. The egg stayed next to the car for about 4 days before little sister walked right on it :o)
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