I was shopping for chicken supplies at our local Tractor Supply Co. outlet the other day when the cashier and I got to talking about her hens.
“Well,” she said at last, “I can see by what your buying that yours are spoiled.”
“Yes,” I replied. “We think of them as pets.”
The sturdy-looking, middle-aged woman, who struck me as more farmer than hobbyist, paused for a second or two with a bemused look on her face.
“Oh,” she said finally, as if a revelation had just dawned. “So the eggs are just a bonus!”
I couldn’t have put it better myself.
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