Chicken Day was so exciting. First Chandler got to feed the chickens. She fed and fed and fed those chickens.
Originally, the idea was that each kid in the class would get to find an egg, but the chicken ladies weren't cooperating. I think two eggs were found in the approximately six chicken pens. Very sad.
We retreated to the kitchen and made scrambled eggs with the previous day's eggs. Chandler was none too sure about cracking eggs in front of other people, but she gave whisking a try. And she loved eating the scrambled eggs. Then the class officially ended and most of the other families left, but somehow Chandler and I latched on to one of the teachers. She took us back to the coops and we did a little more egg hunting. And Chandler found an egg, still warm from the chicken. We were so very pleased.
We didn't get to take it home, darn it. The egg had to be catalogued or some such. Chandler was disappointed. But she was consoled when I took her picture with the egg. That way, Frances could see her egg, which turned out to be all that mattered. Sharing or taunting? Hard to know.
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