I am not a fan of physicians, okay I said it. God knows I have seen my fair share and I am truly grateful for their care and knowledge, but it's something about their bedside manner that just doesn't sit well with me. That being said, I had a followup appointment with my Primary Care doctor yesterday. She jumped right into the subject of the big "M" as in "menopause" and being an "empty nester." I guess she feels the two go hand in hand. Oh, I say I'm not an empty nester, I have ten "chooks" residing with me. Chooks, what are chooks she asks. Hen's I say. What do you do with all the eggs? Oh, no eggs as of yet, my girl's are still to young. Isn't having a rooster rather noisy, no rooster I say, just girls. No rooster, how do you get eggs? Did I just hear that correctly. Well lookie here, I am going to teach the good doctor something today. I explained no rooster was involved in egg production however, if you desired chicks the process of rooster fertilization,with the end result being a chick. The look on her face, priceless! The look on mine, pure satisfaction! I informed her on my next visit I would bring her a dozen eggs. I'm no fool, I do need to remain in good standing with my doctor. I can't wait to see the look on her face when she opens the carton and sees the range of egg colors. I just hope Pip and Pearl come through for me!
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