When I was teaching my genealogy class, I collected a few chickens and I would name them after my aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc. One day I came home from church and I needed an egg to prepare my dinner. I went to the chicken house to see if there was an egg.
My chicken, whom I called Ed cloward, was setting on a nest. I could hear my dad, who is dead, laugh so hard he couldn't get his breath. He said to me in gasps, "Old Ed Cloward just laid an egg."
He was teasing me. Roosters don't lay eggs.
Aideen is 11 months
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