What is up with all the chicken talk?

Lots of talk about chickens goin on around here.

BB was very curious about my fertilizer.

It came very highly recommended from a number of reliable sources.

BB had questions.

He was not convinced.

He said, “this is chicken poop?”

I said, “yep”

He said, “Chickens poop?”

Me, “yep”

him, “No way.”

me, “indeed”

and so it went.

He might still be uncertain were it not for the fact that he smelled it and wrinkled up his nose and said well maybe it is.


Just the other night I was sitting with the boys while they were falling asleep.

Somehow they got to talking about chickens again.

This time it was about eggs.

MC”hey BB, you know where the eggs come out?”


MC”Well, they don’t poop them out…and they don’t pee them out…so, there is this space between where the chickens poop and pee.  Right there it is!  So, just go up to a chicken and look where the penis should be, only there isn’t one and that is where the eggs come out see?  They come out the chicken hole!”

BB, “Yeah, okay.”

I say nothing.

Seems MC has it all figured out…and I’ll not correct him or he might refuse to eat eggs because they don’t actually have an exit all their own.

His brother will believe ANYTHING he says…most anything anyway.

Lots of people do actually.

MC has an air of authority about him when he shares his grand ideas.


About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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