Neighbor child, about eight, is fascinated by our chickens; she often hangs around our front gate, waiting for us – or particularly John – to come out so she can beg to come in and see the chickens.
Last week John did let her help him collect eggs. She was intrigued and horrified.
She: What do you do with the eggs?
John: We eat them.
She: You eat eggs that come out of a chicken’s butt?!
John: Where do your eggs come from?
This floored her.
She came back a few days later, demanding that John give her an egg. He did. And another egg. He did. And another egg. He refused. She accepted this, but could not reliably count how many eggs she had
We may have taught her where eggs come from, but it appears we must keep working on her counting skills.
