Tuesday, June 9, 2015
It's Coming...No, It's Here!
The temperature was rising. Down in the barn earlier than usual, I wasn't early enough. By the time the last girl got off the stand, I was a sweaty, drippy mess. Maybe it's just me, but I think it's way too early for high 90s up here and 105 in the valley.
I am still shaking my head over one of life's little mysteries. On my way to the barn at dusk, halfway there on the path I looked down and saw...an egg. A chicken egg. A chicken egg right there where no chicken egg should be. All beaks were accounted for so none of the little kids had gone free-ranging and I certainly don't carry eggs around where I might have dropped one. I'm trying to figure out how some critter or other could have gotten an egg out of the coop, then out of the pen and all the way into the west field. Not a crack nor tooth or claw mark on the shell. I'll probably never know.
It was a hot day.