The Chicken Whisperer

One of the new features at the Sister’s place is the chicken coup. They’ve started their own farm of sorts and the chickens were as logical a place to start as any I suppose.

So they showed the boy and the lass the chickens and even let them check for any new eggs. Alas, no eggs.

The first time, anyway.

Over the course of the day, the boy returned to the chicken coup several times, always unbidden by his aunt and his uncle. He just wanted to check because he was pretty sure those chickens were busy while they were gone.

Each time, he came back with a reward for his efforts. Much to the surprise of all the adults present, whom, in our infinite wisdom, were quite sure his efforts would be in vain. I guess there’s something to be said for persistence.