If hens could text, this is what they would say. Written to the tune of the Chicken Dance.
Our eggs are laid. Our eggs are laid. (They wave their beaks)
Come get them now. Come get them now. (They flap their wings.)
Our eggs are laid. Our eggs are laid. (They shake their tails.)
Come get them now. Come get them now. (They clap their beaks.)
Oh girls, let’s beware the rooster. He is prowling about.
We can outsmart him. We’ll run faster, escape, and wear him out. (During the chorus, the hens race to outrun the rooster before he catches them.)
Repeat the song all morning. Then all afternoon. The hens win some and lose some. Until it’s evening and time for the chickens to come home to roost.
[For real time updates on this song, check the Tweeting Hen's Twitter.]
Love it!
It would be nice if they had a twitter account too and they would Twitter when the eggs were ready.
Wonder what a good twitter name would be for a Egg Laying Hen?
Nibby, she is on Twitter! The article is updated to show her link: http://twitter.com/TweetingHen.