the shrine of the 1st egg
I was heading ‘out’ this morning and running late. There seemed to be a ‘different’ sound coming from the chicken house. I said to Mr T, “could you check on the the girls, they seem to be speaking a different language this morning”.
Well, truth be told, we all {gals} speak a little different language when we are giving birth (and I can’t imagine doing that once every, single day).