I'd seen Evelyn cuddling Lily abundantly the last few weeks. She'd lay her on her back and coo at her while Lily conceded defeat and didn't bother putting up a struggle. I didn't think anything of it until I walked outside and saw Evelyn playing in the gravel patch that was to be our new patio and Lily lay lifeless nearby. "Oh, great," I cradled my head in my hands, "she's dead." I was afraid I was going to have to explain to Evelyn (and my mom) why the hen was deceased. Just then, Lily popped up and walked back over to Evelyn.
|Oh, Evelyn and your perpetually dirty face.|
She had been training her little hen to lay quietly until Evelyn decided she wanted to go do something else. I asked Evelyn to show me how just how she did it so she agreed to a video tutorial:
Who needs a teddy bear when you've got an Easter Egg hen to cuddle?