This past week has been the perfect example of if it could go wrong, it did. It began with me in charge of the chickens for a couple of days because my husband was out of town. In my defense, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve done anything with the chickens except play with the new little chick. If you are looking for a laugh, you will definitely find this story funny.

I went out to feed the chickens and once they were busy eating I checked the boxes for eggs and spotted two. I used the empty food scoop and scooped up the eggs. I was almost back to the house when I looked inside and noticed that one of the eggs was really dirty and one was clean. Normally, due to the setup in the coup, all the eggs are clean. Upon closer examination, I noticed one of the eggs had numbers on it. I freaked out. I was thinking what the hell kind of possessed chickens do we have that lay eggs with numbers? I was totally freaking out. I was about to toss them when somewhere in my mind I decided to look closer and realized it was a golf ball. Putting a golf ball where you want the chicken to lay is an old trick. Can we just say that was a Lucy moment? I am still laughing at myself.