EGGS!!! GENEVIEVE LAID EGGS! I usually go down to check on our hen (she lives in our basement for the time being) in the evening, during dinner-making time. Last Thursday I returned from my mission proudly triumphant, holding aloft a single egg. On Friday there were two more.
On Saturday morning, there was breakfast.
They were delicious.
For awhile, I'll admit, I wasn't sure the chicken arrangement would work out. Each evening I would dutifully tramp down the basement steps to feed and water her. Each time she would panic when I lifted the lid off the cage, though she'd settle into gobbling up her food as soon as I put it down again. More worrisome, there were no contented chicken noises. Anyone who's kept chickens knows, they make rather endearing happy sounds-- little karks and peeps and aaaaarr-aaar-arks. Then, suddenly, the contended noises began. And almost as suddenly, there were eggs.
Now, my time in the basement with her is a little conversation. "Thanks for breakfast yesterday, Genevieve," I say.
"AAaaaaar-aaaar-ark. Kark, " she says.
I think we're friends. Now, come on, Egg #4!