Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the hen house…

December 24, 2009 | By | Comments (1)

Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the hen house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse (or rat). I filled the water and food that hung from the roof with care, and scattered some seed in the chickens’ lair.The girls were going crazy over the seed I had shed, While visions of plum tomatoes danced in their heads.
Before heading back to my house in the boondocks, I decided to take a peek in our hens’ laying box.When out in the test garden there arose such a clatter, I sprang out of the hen house to see what was the matter. Away to the roses I flew like a flash, but it was just some visitors admiring a flower patch.

I opened the door to the hens’ laying burrow, Fluffy wood shavings camouflaged the small object below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a lovely brown egg, making me nearly shed a tear.


I can’t finish the rest of the poem because it is really long and I am out of content, plus I need to go home to spend Christmas Eve with my family, but I just wanted to announce that with this egg, TEAM CHICKEN IS BACK IN BUSINESS.  Thanks to one of our Rhode Island Reds, I will be enjoying a fried egg for lunch, and hopefully this will be the start to laying dozens of eggs in the new year.

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.






  1. Emily Chow

    Love the poem! Hope your holidays were merry.

    January 3, 2010 at 6:13 pm

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