On the Family Farm

I was talking with my younger sister Kim, this morning, and she relayed a story to me from the farm that she graciously is allowing me to share.

One of her favorite things to do at the farm was to gather the eggs. She happened to be staying overnight or for a couple of days at the farm, and she went out to gather the eggs. She found and gathered up several eggs, but, she did not have a basket with her to carry them. She carried them all in her hands the best she could.

Oops, on the way back to the house, she managed to drop one. Oh oh, now what? Always one to think on her feet, she scooped up the egg, and proceeded to take it back to the hen house and put it back in the nest. I wonder what went thru that hen’s mind when she want to set on her eggs. “Oh my, I really do need to go on a diet”? Who knows, Kim went on with her business of delivering the eggs to Aunt Millie’s kitchen, just as she was supposed to, then went on with her day.

For what ever reason, Aunt Millie found her way out to the hen house and found the broken egg. You could not pull the wool over Millie’s eyes. You know that thing, when your Mom says that she has eyes in back of her head? Well, I think Aunt Millie had a set all the way around her head. Either that, or she was so tuned into her flock, that she knew how many eggs were to be coming, I do not know the real answer to that question.

Well, the first question from Millie to Kim, Did you break any eggs? Kim’s answer, No, and she did not waver one step from that until she told me the story today. We determined that it was one of those “white lies”.

Kim, if you see this, feel free to correct or add to the story, this is a classic that needs to live on for others to hear.