I’ve heard of Christmas in July. I don’t understand it, but I’ve heard of it. Still, this Easter in October crap is ridiculous.
My blue egg laying chicken (we call her George) has decided she doesn’t want to lay her eggs in the coop anymore. She wants to lay them all over the yard. Under a tree here. In the bushes there. It’s like a damn Easter egg hunt, trying to find her stash each day. And I, for one, am not interested in hunting for eggs in October.
Unless they’re filled with chocolate…which they’re not. They’re just blue on the outside. Same old egg on the inside. But…and I know this is silly…I just like the flash of color in the basket. Call me weird (it certainly wouldn’t be the first time) but I like a pretty mix of eggs.
I just don’t like hunting in the yard for them. Especially when I have to go digging around in the brush to find them. There could be snakes…or spiders…or snakes in there.
I love eggs, but not enough to risk snake bites to find them.
And don’t get me started on the crazy ducks. Who knows where they’re hiding their stash. If they’re even laying yet. This whole “farm life” crap is harder than it looks in the Disney movies. The only mice around here are the dead ones I find in front of my bedroom door after the cat has “taken one out” for me, like the furry little serial killer he is.
But I’m not complaining. I sort of love it. Every plotting duck, annoying rooster, mice stalking cat, and chicken chasing dog in the bunch.
If only I could teach the dog to search for blue eggs.
Until the next time…I’ll be on another damn Easter egg hunt!