It was one of those warm and sunny spring days that makes me find excuses to be outside. At one point we broke a couple of raw eggs on the ground for the chickens to enjoy. (I used to think it was really weird that chickens ate eggs, but now I know chickens are really weird and do things like eat eggs). Jon and I watched as Minnie made her way from the barn when she heard me clucking (I always make a clucking sound when I feed the chickens. I don’t think it was a conscious thing at first, like speaking in a high nonsense voice to a baby, and maybe all hens respond to humans doing bad imitations of clucking hens, but now when ever I cluck now, the hens come running) and saw the eggs crack.
It was sweet to see the three of them eating together and to realize that, Minnie still thinks she a hen.