Two eggs this morning. Three eggs yesterday. Two the day before and one before that. A lot for the old gals. Omelets this evening, I imagine.
Still, the cost of feed for the birds doesn’t justify keeping them. There’s been discussion, both here at home and the feed store. Home: culling. Store: price.
The folks at the counter expect it from me, the complaints. The young woman, sweet as she is, now just smiles. The older one, the one who looks like an aging hippie, has opinions. Someone’s.
“So what else is new? I’m complaining about the price. It’s gone up 75% in four years. Last year it was blamed on the price of corn, food going to ethanol; but corn prices are in the toilet now and we’re paying a dollar more a bag than we did two months ago. I know the store isn’t getting rich on the feed. And the farmers aren’t either. I wonder who is.”
“The government.” Yep, she said, “The government.”
“How do you figure the government is getting rich offa corn?”
“Well, they’re spending money they don’t have.”
Where to begin?