Max loves animals. All animals. A couple of years ago she was very excited to hear that a coworker and her family owned a dairy farm. She asked a bazillion questions about it that this city slicker mom had few answers for. One thing I had no answer for was this question: “Does Miss Jessica have opera chickens on her farm?”
Opera chickens? I have no idea. With life being busy, we never made it to the farm to find out.
Fast forward two years and we arrive at the day the permission form for the second grade field trip was sent home. Well, if that don’t beat all, the class is going to that very dairy farm! What are the odds of that? Probably about as good as there being opera chickens.
I immediately sent an email to Max’s teacher telling her that I knew that farm and that Max had been begging for two years to go see the opera chickens. Of course, I had no idea what opera chickens were and Max had not been able to enlighten me as of yet.
A few hours later, I got an email from her teacher. She had successfully extracted the answer to the chicken riddle:
Opera chickens are roosters. They are the only chickens that can sing. Cock-a-doodle-doo!
So, mystery solved. Hens can’t sing opera.