For a long time, the Crooked Little Hen laid her eggs in a hole she dug just for this purpose in an old chair around the side of the porch. It was a handy location from whence to collect them and they stayed nice and clean.
Only apparently she got a little upset with the way they kept disappearing and she started laying them on top of a bale of hay. She lays particularly narrow oval blue eggs and she is the only one who lays them exactly in that narrow, long shape so they are easy to spot as hers.
I started picking them up from the bale of hay.
Then she stopped laying them there, too.
I didn’t know where she went with her eggs until yesterday when I found this pile of pretty blue eggs in her signature narrow, blue oval design. They have Crooked Little Hen stamped all over them.
I don’t particularly want her to hatch any eggs. She might pass along her defect. But she made this nest in a particularly difficult to reach spot so it’s still there. The little sneak.
I know I should get in there and pick up the eggs.
I can’t let her have babies…..
I just can’t.
But maybe she’s just following her heart. Maybe she just wants someone to love who would be all her own, someone who wouldn’t judge her. Maybe the babies wouldn’t have her defect and maybe she doesn’t care if they did. Maybe she’s just trying awfully hard to be a….
Crooked Little Mama.