Saturday, April 21, 2007
Pool party at Joe's parents' house. His parents (nurse and geneticist/soybean breeder) are out of town so they're letting us stay at their place while we're in North Carolina.
Even while absent, they are wonderful hosts, having left a giant spiral cut ham on the counter for us to eat.
Three live chickens wander around in the backyard.
Marc: Do they have names?
Joe: They're just collectively the Dixie Chicks. They don't have individual names. I don't think my parents know anything about the Dixie Chicks besides that they hate Bush.
I have learned a few things about chickens this weekend. They don't need roosters to lay eggs. A rooster is needed to fertilize the eggs, but a chicken will lay an egg a day whether they are fertilized or not. Also, chickens lay eggs out of the same hole they poop through.
Joe: My mother doesn't eat the eggs. She knows where they come from. But she will eat other eggs, which is kind of funny.
It was actually strangely relaxing.
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