Hen

Hen

We’ve had them for almost three years, and during that time they have served us well, each providing an egg a day, but for the past three months, egg production has definitely tailed off.

I am even sure a couple of the hens aren’t laying eggs at all.

Savvy country folk wouldn’t be at all concerned: the hens would just be killed, plucked, gutted and put in the freezer.. all in a morning’s work.

Deep down, (well, actually, not so deep down) I am not a ‘savvy country person’: I don’t like the ‘harsh’ end of country life.

I keep putting off  this morning’s work.

I see Guillaume over the fence feeding his hens.

I wonder: would he like some more hens? Is it fair to pass off my old hens onto him?

I call: “Guillaume, Good morning. How are you?”

“Well, but worried about the lack of rain. What can I do for you?”

“Would you like some hens?” I ask.

“They are rather old” I add, apologetically.

“Why don’t you want them?” Guillaume asks, peering at them over the fence.

“They are pretty plump, they would make a fabulous coq au vin”

“I don’t really like killing them”

Guillaume looks at me as if I am completely bonkers.

Ten minutes later, he arrives with a couple of boxes and my hens disappear.

In the nest box, he leaves me a dozen eggs.

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