I had a- I don’t know- um…. interesting conversation with my neighbor Maria yesterday. She’s a lovely woman who is very vibrant and I always enjoy speaking with her. I use the term “speaking” loosely, as she speaks only Spanish and I probably have the vocabulary of a two year old Hispanic toddler. This is how the conversation went:
Maria: Oh, I see you have some chickens.
Maria: How many?
Maria: Any roosters?
Maria: You don’t need a rooster anyway. Let the hens sit on the eggs so you can have babies. Don’t take the eggs out of the coop and eat them. The hens need to sit on them.
Me: No, no babies. Need rooster daddy for to make the babies.
Maria: No you don’t. You just have to let the hens sit on the eggs for a long time. The warmth from their bodies will make the babies come.
Me: No. The Rooster is the “papa”. You need the “papa” for to make the babies. “Mama” is of the lady chicken and “Papa” is of the rooster chicken.
Maria: I think you are wrong. My mother has chickens, tons of them actually, and they have babies.
Me: Is her chicken house one of the rooster?
Maria: Yes, but only because he is beautiful. He doesn’t make the babies.
Me: Oh, ok. It’s possible.
It’s times like these I wish my tenth grade Spanish teacher Mr. Merril had covered terms such as, “immaculate conception”, “fertilization”, and “chicken sex.” I so would have aced that class.