I wanted to cook something that required some eggs, so I checked to see how many were in the 'fridge. Not enough. "No problem," thinks I, "I'll just wait a couple of days and then there will be enough."
Unfortunately, this sort of thinking no longer obtains. I eventually realized this, and after a short trip to the store, made some pasta carbonara. I miss my birds. They are apparently finding their way in the pecking order of their new home--a horrible process to human eyes, but I imagine that it is vaguely reassuring to the chicken psyche.
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