Fowl

Over at the house on a sunny green morning… Carrie returned sometime in the late morning from breakfast with an old friend, Paige Popp, and then a run uphill with Grewe.
Around lunch time, Francis was busy rummaging through the leftover box of grilled KFC chicken.
“Why is there one bite out of all these chicken pieces?” he cried.
There was a laugh from the other room.
“Carrie?”
“Well, I had to check them out. None of them tasted good,” she said, still laughing.
Francis’ jaw dropped, as though he couldn’t believe his sister was capable of such degradation of chicken.
“Gotta sanitize it now…” he muttered, slicing off bits and pieces here and there.
Sometime in the afternoon, Linnea and the little neighbor girls found two tiny abandoned birds eggs, pale pink with maroon speckles over it.
“The mother abandoned it a few days ago,” said Linnea, blowing hot air gently over the little eggs cradled in her hands. “I need to get them warmed up.”
Then one of the little neighbor girls asked if they were going to eat them.
That evening, OLeif left for the very last voice recital with Mr. Sing.