I was a city girl when I married my husband. Didn't want to be a city girl, but that was what I was.
I've put up with a lot of embarrassment over the years as I've learned the basics of living in the country and caring for animals, so you can imagine my (quiet) (okay, not so quiet) (okay, I may have laughed like a hyena) satisfaction when the following conversation happened between my husband and me.
Me: "Guess what? I found out that one of my hens is a setter! All of those eggs that we've been missing? She's been hiding them. She was sitting on a big pile of them when I found her and had the setting posture down and even hissed at me a bit - and she's such a sweet hen!"
Matt: "What did you do with the eggs?"
Me: "Well I didn't know how old they were, so I had to chuck all of them. I felt bad too, because she'd been hoarding them for at least five days."
Matt: "Why didn't you let her stay on them and hatch them out?"
Me: *blink* *blink* "Um.... " *blink* "We don't have a rooster."
Matt: "Oh. That would make hatching them out harder."
Yes it would.