Wet weather chickens

It rained and rained. The racecourse was puddled. The horses could not run. Too many spots of rain. So no spotted tops. No coloured hats. No visit for me. No work for my pointing finger.

So I went to feed the chickens. They were very wet. They didn't have brolleys. I went with M. She works. I watch.

We had a surprise. I saw them first. I jumped up and down. I pointed. There were two eggs. Their first eggs. Very small eggs. Like quail eggs. Just a bit bigger. Maybe the quails had returned in the night, laid their eggs and left. I don't think so. They would have stayed to see me.

I looked at the chickens. Two of them are working. Two are not. Two looked at me. Two looked away. I know the layers from the players. I didn't tell M. The others will start. Next time it rains. Otherwise there may be more work for my pointing finger.