Crouched in the corner of our musty chicken coop, I sat, knees drawn to my chest, waiting for the golden moment—a Rhode Island Red hen laying her egg. At age ten, I wondered how a chicken conjures this trick. Over several days, I learned to sit as a silent observer; …
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