Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the hen house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse (or rat). I filled the water and food that hung from the roof with care, and scattered some seed in the chickens' lair.The girls were going crazy over the seed I had shed, While visions of plum tomatoes danced in their heads.Before heading back to my house in the boondocks, I decided to take a peek in our hens' laying box.When out in the test garden there arose such a clatter, I sprang out of the hen house to see what was the matter. Away to the roses I flew like a flash, but it was just some visitors admiring a flower patch.
I opened the door to the hens' laying burrow, Fluffy wood shavings camouflaged the small object below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a lovely brown egg, making me nearly shed a tear.
I can't finish the rest of the poem because it is really long and I am out of content, plus I need to go home to spend Christmas Eve with my family, but I just wanted to announce that with this egg, TEAM CHICKEN IS BACK IN BUSINESS. Thanks to one of our Rhode Island Reds, I will be enjoying a fried egg for lunch, and hopefully this will be the start to laying dozens of eggs in the new year.
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.