Not a chicken:
Hang tight. We have just about reached the end of my knowledge about chickens.
They have beady little eyes.
The color of the eggs they lay is directly linked to the color of their earlobes. Impressive sounding, right? At least until you get to the obvious follow-up question.
So no, I do not know how one locates a chicken earlobe.
I also do not know how the eggs decide who will go on to become a big chick and who joins us for breakfast.
Nor do I understand what drove the children to spend copious amounts of time passing weeds into the coop.
Perhaps it had to do with the pathetic state of farm strawberries this year. Hail damaged and dusty, we picked barely enough to squeak out 4 jars of jam Hardly enough to get us through the summer, let alone the school year, but I am not concerned in the slightest.
Who needs cowboy-hick-farmland berries anyway?
We are partial to their beautifully bountiful backyard suburban cousins.