When my hubby was a kid he had chickens. Silkies to be exact and I really want one or two. He said that I can't have one unless I live on a farm and I don't... I live in the city. So I asked my Uncle if I could get one for their chicken coop and I could just name it and pretend that I had a chicken.
Who could say no to that chicken?
Hubby: What are you going to call your chicken?
Me: Yea, when I call her I want to say here fried chicken, here fried chicken.
Hubby: You are a dork.
And then the conversation turned to pigs. I want a pig more than a chicken. I can't help it I love pigs! What would I name it? Bacon, Hamlet, Wilbur... maybe I can have all 3?!?
We have a lot of conversations about living on a farm... I could never eat my pets. Mike on the other hand would hunt them in a hot second...
My Aunt gave me these little guys... ok, I wish that they would hatch someday, but they are just chicken eggs... for cooking.
We had breakfast for dinner that night.
Hours later my brain wouldn't stop thinking about chickens... I couldn't even sleep because I was trying to figure out how to get a chicken. I figure that would be easier than a pig AND the fair is in town, so I am sure I could get my hands on a little chick.
Me: giggling in bed
Hubby: What are you laughing about?
Me: How are chicken eggs fertilized? I mean, I have seen it all on Nat Geo, but never chickens.
Hubby: Ugh, they just do... they can't be fertilized after the egg laid, they have to have sex.
Me: Oh yea, I guess so.
Me: What do chickens do with eggs that aren't fertilized in the wild? Do they just kick them out the nest?
Hubby: I don't know.
Me: Does each egg have to be fertilized individually? How many eggs can a chicken hatch at the same time?
Hubby: They don't all hatch at once.
Me: I know, but how many can they have at once.
Hubby: They only have one nest at a time, I am sure they can sit on several eggs at a time.
Me: How many eggs are normally in a litter? (I know that a little isn't the right term, but it's the only one I could think of)
Hubby: I don't know Nichole, go to sleep.
Me: I can't.
Me: Why hasn't Ollie laid an egg? (Ollie is my parents parrot, that now lives with my sis)
Hubby: total silence
Me: Oh nevermind, Ollie is a boy.
This went on for almost an hour until my hubby started snoring...
Sometimes I tell people that I have a fried egg for a brain, this is one of those days.