Cluck of the Week: Egg Hunt

Those who don't count chickens among the voices demanding attention in their daily lives may not know there's a distinct difference in the type of sound a chicken makes. For instance:

Bawk Bawk = I'm a chicken alive in the world.
Bawk BAWK tap = I'm a chicken who needs some oatmeal woman!
SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUAWK! = Help! There's a hawk on my ass!

And the one I've been hearing every morning for days: BawkBawk BAWK ... which can only mean one thing. There's an egg being laid.

I tried to get the Mountain Man to believe me and even forced him out to find the eggs, but he came back both empty-handed and with eyes rolling all over his head. (You know, because the eggs weren't in the places they used to be in the height of production ... which in Man Logic meant there weren't any eggs.)

This morning when I heard the unmistakable sound right outside the kitchen window, I knew I had to rely on myself and find the egg. (Not even to eat it, just to prove that I was right).

A short hunt later and look what I uncovered:

And all of it from here:

Dude. It feels so good to retain my title of Always Right. I also enjoyed immensely being able to say my favorite phrase: Maybe if you'd looked with your eyes. Which I get to say at least daily to both MM and Javi. Is it a Y-chromosome thing?

You don't want to know this, but I washed up the eggs and will be scrambling them for breakfast tomorrow. Can't let all that good protein go to waste! (Yay for mid-winter egg hunts!)

And on a totally unrelated note: I'm talking about ADHD medications and dehydration over here and I've linked up some great learning-based Valentine's crafts over here. Check 'em out!

***This post is part of Wordful Wednesday***