A HEN THAT KNEW WHAT SHE WANTED By Jess Wilson Our house when we lived at Gray Hawk was located on a hill overlooking the highway below. The usual approach to the house was through the back door. We had a small flock of hens that lived in the barn behind the house. One day a hen kept walking around our house as if she wanted in. Finally, Ruth opened the back door and the hen walked in. Ruth saw that the hen was looking for some place to lay an egg, then she happened to think of the pile of rags on the lower shelf of a small metal cabinet. Ruth opened the cabinet door and the hen seemed to know that the pile of rags was the kind of place she was looking for. She settled down on the rags and laid an egg. Ruth waited to let her out. The next afternoon and for a long time she would returned each day to lay another egg. How she knew there was an ideal place to lay an egg in our house she never told us. After all did you ever meet a chicken that could talk? She must have been psychic. By Jess Wilson Our house when we lived at Gray Hawk was located on a hill overlooking the highway below. The usual approach to the house was through the back door. We had a small flock of hens that lived in the barn behind the house. One day a hen kept walking around our house as if she wanted in. Finally, Ruth opened the back door and the hen walked in. Ruth saw that the hen was looking for some place to lay an egg, then she happened to think of the pile of rags on the lower shelf of a small metal cabinet. Ruth opened the cabinet door and the hen seemed to know that the pile of rags was the kind of place she was looking for. She settled down on the rags and laid an egg. Ruth waited to let her out. The next afternoon and for a long time she would returned each day to lay another egg. How she knew there was an ideal place to lay an egg in our house she never told us. After all did you ever meet a chicken that could talk? She must have been psychic.