Once we went through getting sleeping arrangements made and tried on hats, Chain Cow started looking around the apartment.
MOM! Is that you?
To make things worse, I had beef fajitas for lunch. I tried to convince her they were just very well done chicken fajitas, but she didn’t buy it.
Oh, dear. She spent the rest of the day pretending to be a chicken.
She tried to hatch the salt lamp, which looks vaguely like an egg, albeit a very rough egg.
Then she tried to hatch the dinosaur egg. That definitely wasn’t going to happen.
Next, she found my Pysanky eggs a friend from Palestine made me.
Nope that one isn’t hatching.
She thought she might have better luck with the eggs with the horses on it, but it didn’t cooperate either. I have no idea what kind of chicks would appear if she could hatch Pysanky eggs, but she was unsuccessful.
I think someone had been reading Green Eggs and Ham to her, because she tried to hatch some avocados.
green eggs and ham?
I do not like them,
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
To those who cook large amounts of scrambled eggs, don’t cover them with aluminum foil to keep them warm. A friend of mine who was cooking for the cowboys who came over to help work cows at Five Wells Ranch discovered that. Luckily, most of the cowboys were familiar with the phenomenon and ate their green eggs and ham.
She tried hatching the ostrich egg also. Now, how many people have ostrich eggs in their homes? Probably not many, but I have a dream.
It’s not a Funkin, but I think I can do it.
I eventually convinced Chain Cow I wasn’t going to eat her.
Then she found the branding irons and wanted to know what they were for. City cows.
I thought making one her size would make her feel better, but it didn’t. I spent the next 24 hours looking for her.