Irwin was all of four and lived on a farm. He knew that a baby lamb came out of its mother’s bottom. He’d seen it. And baby calves. So when his mother said that the hen sitting on eggs was going to hatch out babies today or tomorrow, Irwin was excited. He knew that baby chickens hatched out of eggs.
He went to the chick coop and peered at the hen sitting on eight eggs. He knew the chickens would come out of her bottom, but how did she put her babies into the eggs for them to hatch?
Irwin waited all day, and nothing happened. He didn’t see a single chicken come out of the hen’s bottom, let alone see her hide it in an egg.
The next morning the hen had eight baby chickens. He’d missed it. How the hen did it was anyone’s guess. The mystery was unsolved.
To listen to the story being read click HERE!
This is told in such a matter-of-fact, delicately innocent, and absolutely lovely way, Bruce.
Childhood mysteries defy excellent childhood logic. (As do many grown-up ones, too.)
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Thanks, Cynthia. I’m rather partial to this story!
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I hope you’re not loosing your evil touch, Bruce. This one’s really cute!
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He he! The evil lurks!
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The mysteries of life in all its forms.
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It reminds me of that song from the musical “Naughty Marietta” – “Ah sweet mystery of life at last I’ve found you!”
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I agree, this has the most wonderful ring of truth to it – The mind of a four year old is a wondrous thing. Could this be a touch autobiographical I wonder? Best story this year Sir!! ❤
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Thank you, Pauline. Yes, I remember doing such a thing! (Can’t wait for the chickens to grow up so that we can chop their heads off and eat them!!)
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Now that’s more like the Bruce we all know and love!! 🙂
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Chop! Chop!
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Each morning, I open your latest post with some trepidation (as well as anticipation). This morning, I can finish my muesli with a smile on my lips. Dear little Irwin.
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Dear little ‘Irwin’ indeed! 🙂
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Thank you, Yvonne. Glad that your muesli stayed crunchy.
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OMG!! Reminded me of something equally innocent my 4 year old had observed and commented on! Good one Bruce 🙂
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Thank you, Shubha!
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The miracle of the chicks! I like the voice in this one.
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Thank you Lisa (and as a PS – we had our first batch of Jerusalem Artichoke soup last night!!!!)
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Yum!
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Oh, God! You almost broke my heart. You transported me to my own childhood when I was always scared a chicken would spurt out of the egg I had eaten in breakfast.
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Wouldn’t that have been fun!!
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Indeed! Actually, that did happen once in a nightmare.
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That’s an, er, winner, Bruce. Lovely
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Er, thanks! I tried adding an oth to the an***er but I’m not cleverly cryptopic enough to comment with style!
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🙂
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What a cute story!
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Thank you, Angelica!
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Sounds very logical to me. I always wondered how those chicks got into the egg, myself!
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All I can say – O Scientist – is that it’s possibly RELATIVELY simple.
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