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Fresh Eggs

Today’s prompt . . .

The inevitable question…which came first? The chicken or the egg?

Hope you can come up with some fun explanations ๐Ÿ™‚

The In-laws are Coming!


Actually, they’ve been and gone . . . yesterday my parents-in-law came for lunch and a pleasant afternoon catching up and solving the world’s problems ๐Ÿ™‚

My Mother-in-Law gave me the beautiful hen a few weeks ago . . . no reason, she just saw it while browsing in a shop and thought I’d like it. I do ๐Ÿ™‚ Very much!

I’m lucky, Noeline and Don are wonderful but over the years I’ve written quite a few stories and poems about very scary In-laws!

One of the very first poems I wrote in a writing group was about a particularly scary M-I-L. It certainly wasn’t Shakespeare but everyone laughed. Years later I met one of the ladies from that group who told me she still had a copy and it still made her laugh. I was thrilled.

In-Laws are a great inspiration for writing . . . if you have a story or poem, do send it in ๐Ÿ™‚ย ย  (Positive Words magazine, PO Box 798, Heathcote 3523, Victoria)


Happy Mother’s Day!


Little Anzac is thriving, along withย six brothers and sisters, but this was taken when he/she was just a day old, after his/her amazing start to life. I’ll post an updated photo soon . . . I thought this one was perfect for Mother’s Day ๐Ÿ™‚

Chicken Rescue


This little chicken hatched on April 24 but a couple of hours after emerging from his/her shell, I found a cold, almost lifeless body laying in the litter with the back of its neck covered in blood. I didn’t hold out much hope but have seen chickens and ducklings make amazing recoveries after falling out of nests etc. I put it under a lamp in our laundry. After two hours, although it was much warmer, it still hadn’t opened its eyes and couldn’t hold its head up. Reluctant to physically ‘put it out of its misery’, I decided, just before dark,ย to put it back under Mum who was patiently waiting for the rest of her eggs to hatch.

I expected to wake up on Anzac Day morning and find it dead but . . . here he/she is ๐Ÿ™‚ย ย  At first I though it was another one, hatched overnight, but you can see the wound on the back of its head and there were no other eggs hatched. Another chicken finally hatched later that day and five more yesterday ๐Ÿ™‚

I’m going to call my little rescued chicken Anzac because of his amazing spirit and, appropriately, he/she is a lovely golden colour.

I think Anzac must have gotten too curious and wandered from the nest while waiting for his/her siblings to arrive and one of the other hens, or perhaps the rooster, attacked. I am so glad I found him when I did ๐Ÿ™‚

I added some netting to prevent further accidents and spent most of yesterday walking back and forth across the yard to check them. Today, now the rest of the eggs have hatched,ย I’ll move them into a separate cage.

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