I have a sister-in-law named Carla. She is short and energetic, and has been known to kill snakes as thick as her arm using a fence post, a useful quality in a sister-in-law.
Carla keeps a lot of chickens, which is good for me, because that means I do NOT have to keep chickens. I hate chickens. When you enter their territory they slowly wander up to you, looking at you out of one yellow eye, until before you know it you are surrounded by creepy chickens making weird noises. They don’t cluck, it’s more like baaaaawk bawk bawk. And their feet are gross and rubbery. Also, the reason why Carla has to kill snakes is because they come looking for eggs.
So I go to Carla’s to get my eggs. She lives right down the driveway from me.
Some of the eggs are brown, some are speckled, and some are the loveliest pale green.
And there is no comparison with a fresh, fresh egg
A new breed of head less chicken they are developing here in Belize. Less noise, more meat.
Shortly after I took these pictures, I wiped out on a patch of mud and dislocated my shoulder (it’s fine now). Coincidence, or did a chicken give me the evil eye?
(people here have a very strong belief in the evil eye. Babies wear red bracelets to protect them. I have heard people seriously blame illnesses, livestock deaths, even curdled milk on the evil eye. You can get the evil eye if a drunk man looks at you, so why not a glare from a chicken?)