this is the egg . . .

. . . so gleefully green, that I rudely stole from Mother Hen. But my boldness did not stop there: I went so far as to witness the birthing process!
All I can say, in my own defense, is that I did not mean to be so intrusive. Nor did I expect to be: neither A.B. nor I had ever seen such a sight. So we had no reason to suspect this to be the day.
But what would you have done had a hen up and laid right in front of you? Why, you’d watch with happy wonder, of course . . . and that, my friends, is precisely what we did!