Me: Why so quiet there Ms. Australorp? Thinking of giving up on those chalk eggs?
Her: No. I’m just feeling a little reflective and sad. I spent yesterday honoring the oceans.
Me: You WHAT? You spent yesterday wearing down those chalk eggs, same as every other day for the past couple of weeks. Honoring the oceans? I need to pull those eggs out from under you. A few days out chasing grasshoppers will help you regain perspective.
Her: No. Really. I was thinking about all that radioactivity in the North Pacific. Thinking about the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. All those poor turtles and plankton.
Me: Thinking of signing some petitions? Thinking of voting for someone who knows what to do about that garbage in the ocean vortices? Those two roosters caged over there know as much about what to do about it all as any human being.
Her: I know. Still, I feel sad about it. I think an empty, meaningless gesture or two might help me feel better. Maybe a rally and a few petitions after these eggs hatch.
Me: Rest your mind on that one, babe. I’m pulling those eggs. The golf ball, too.