Today, I planted my front porch pots with some dainty blue pansies.
They looked so happy standing guard at my front door until hen, Maggie,
decided to lay her egg right in one of the pots,
followed by hen, Derika.
While that sounds super cute, I mean farm-fresh eggs
literally delivered to your doorstep; it was not super cute;
my pansies were crushed, AND, for some reason,
they pecked all the flowers off the stems.
I was mad.
I picked up Maggie from my pot and tossed her in the bush next to the porch
where she stayed for the next 10 minutes, probably wondering
how she was going to get out of the bush.
I wanted her to think long and hard about what she did.
She never came back to the porch again.
I think she regrets that choice.
