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Topic: Green (10/22/09)
TITLE: Green Eggs For Breakfast
By Patricia Williams
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winter. My day is full between work and chores but I love everything I do. It's late by the time I
feed the animals. Usually I'm met by Spot, my little white hen with black spots. She is happy in
the lighted coral scratching for worms. She is the only chicken that has found the little hole near
the roof in the chicken house. She is smaller than the Domineckers so she can escape. I lovingly
pick her up and carry her into the dark chicken house. I shine my flashlight into the rafters and
count fourteen heads, or tails as it may be and collect my 8 to10 medium brown eggs.
My heart ached for my friend, Christina, as she shared that a 30 pound raccoon killed LaVerne
and Susan, her two little red hens. Her rooster, Silky, was the only one left. He, LaVerne and Susan
were always together. He was very sad without them.
I have a very young little red hen, Goldie. She has not gotten into the "chick click" yet so she lives
alone in her own big wire cage on the floor of the chicken house. I said, "Christina, let's play match
maker." So, Silky moved in with Goldie. They were instant love-birds!
The next morning I stopped by the feed store to get chicken feed. As I walked in I heared chirping.
I followed the sound and found six little Arachonda chickens. They are the ones that lay green eggs.
Oh, I've wanted some of these forever. There's always room for a few more chickens.
I took my four new babies home and made them more comfortable. The feather duster that I
hung down in the cage reminded them of their mother and they quickly settled in under the
That night when I checked on them there was only one little chicken at the feeder. The other three
were huddled against the wall of the box. That seemed strange. "What's wrong?" I picked up the little
chick at the feeder and placed her on my shoulder under my hair. She fussed. She wasn't happy at all.
I placed her back in the box and picked the others up one at a time. They were all warm and receptive.
I decided to name them Einey, Meiney, Miney, and Moe.
I was awakened just before dawn by a chirping crisis. I ran to see what was wrong and couldn't
believe my eyes. Moe was being so mean to the other little chickens. I picked her up and reprimanded
her for her naughty attitude! She just stared at me and pecked my hand. Oh my, this is not good!
I placed Moe in a little green plastic strawberry basket and covered it. We drove straight to the
feed store. Politely I sat the strawberry basket on the counter. "You can have this chicken back.
She is mean to the other little chickens!"
"Oh my, we have no return code for her. Would you like another chicken?"
I walked over to where the other two chickens were. Gently I placed my hand into the cage. One
of the little chickens stepped into the palm of my hand and I knew she was mine. I was sure the
feed store personnel could handle Moe. I took the new baby chicken and headed home.She was
welcomed by the other three and all was well. I named her NoMoe.
Einey, Meiney, Miney, and NoMoe are now grown and productive. I'm blessed that my basket
is full of green eggs. My neighbor laughed and said she was green with envy over the delicious, low
cholesterol eggs. As I hugged her I offered to share my blessings of green eggs with her.
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