Hens

When my brother was 2 years old he was still sleeping in his baby crib (it was a lack of having one more real bed in the house rather than him wanting to still sleep in there). That bed was next to the window, in our house in the mountains. One day, my mother went to do his bed and she found an… egg in there. Two weeks later she found another egg. Apparently one of our hens was jumping in the baby crib bed through the window and was having her egg in there!

I just remembered this right now and I thought I mention it. God I miss my beautiful hens. I miss my village.

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Phil wrote on March 1st, 2007 at 2:00 AM PST:

Two words – “bird flu”. ;-)


Oliver Herold wrote on March 1st, 2007 at 2:05 AM PST:

Wow this is a really big one :)


tOnGAs wrote on March 1st, 2007 at 6:18 AM PST:

Getting homesick?


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Eugenia wrote on March 1st, 2007 at 6:23 AM PST:

A bit, yeah. I haven’t been in Greece since August 2005.


mikesum32 wrote on March 1st, 2007 at 9:06 AM PST:

OMG your brother lays eggs !


moleskine wrote on March 1st, 2007 at 12:50 PM PST:

Do they have allotments where you are? Then you could dig the good soil and grow your own veggies and some fruit, maybe keep chickens too. Ride out to it on a bicycle. Might be an antidote to strange neighbors and supermarket food.


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