Last One Standing
In addition to 15,000 chickens, we had some amazing gardens When I was a teen, my most frequent emotions were insecurity and embarrassment, so picking out a particularly memorable instance took some real work with the wayback machine. I grew up on a poultry farm. We had as many as 15,000 laying hens at one time, so taking care of chickens and gathering eggs was an early skill. When one of our neighbors, also a poultry farmer, wanted to go away for a weekend, he hired me to take care of gathering and grading the eggs, as well as feeding the hens. Unfortunately, I and two of my friends had recently discovered smoking. I made the mistake of inviting Dexter and Randy to help me out. We were merrily involved in grading and packing the eggs we’d gathered when one of us (I can’t remember who), realized the egg room reeked of cigarette smoke. Our brilliant solution was to grab an aerosol can of scented air freshener and thoroughly dose the egg room. Problem solved...NOT! When the...
