I’ve been busy lately, so I haven’t been able to write my usual number of blogs. The reason is I’ve started a new job as the quality control junior assistant at the Jones Mayer Chicken Egg farm located in Ottumwa, Iowa. I inspect all the eggs to make sure they meet the highest standards. I was hired because I have a good eye for details. Also I’m kind to the chickens. I always make sure to say, “Excuse me, do you mind if I take a look at your eggs?”
Some of my friends have asked me if I still enjoy eating eggs, for instance as a breakfast meal. The answer is, yes, I do.
The one thing that only one person knows is that once when I was inspecting eggs, one of them hatched. A little chick pecked its way out and stuck its face through the opening. It looked around. I introduced myself. The chick chirped. I’ve never been the kind of guy who likes to have a pet. But on this day, I couldn’t help myself. I asked my supervisor, and he said it would be okay for me to take the chick home. I did. I built a cage and put in a hay straw nest and added the chick. I call her Henrietta. When I get home from work, I put her on my lap and we watch TV together.
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