Looking At Goose Eggs.

H and I checked the goose eggs tonight (I ended up moving them into the same nesting box the other day when I noticed both chickens were sitting the newer egg (and thus neglecting the older egg) by cramming themselves into the same box rather than splitting forces and warming both eggs).

There were growth lines in both eggs. The older egg had a thick dark area and a more extensive set of lines. None of the eggs in the Goose tended pile had lines. One of the three looked rotted, so I tossed it.

Father's Day.

I heard a Father's Day ad earlier today, and seeing as I consider it to be part of my job to alert the kiddos to upcoming holidays and events, I mentioned to C and H (the children nearby when I heard the ad) that Father's Day is coming soon.

C looked concerned, and told me how he was okay with getting me a Mother's Day present, but he didn't really want to get Dad a Father's Day present. Sounding a little indignant, H asked him to explain himself. He said, "You know, Mom takes care of us and stuff." H protested that Dad works to support us, and C immediately responded with, "Well, Dad's not a bum."

Mother's Day.

C - "I know why Grandma wants you to call her on Mother's Day. It's so she will know you're safe."