There have always been two village hens in our yard. They are black and lay wonderful eggs with bright yellow yolks. Most town hens lay eggs with a very pale yolk - it almost looks like just egg whites when they are cooked. Well, on Wednesday night a neighbour brought over a white chicken to say thank you for a donation of crayons and paints. Well, no one else knew how to hold a chicken, so it was handed to me at the kitchen table. I carried it outside, had his feet untied and then Timothy, the guard, checked for ticks. We decided to put it in our lovely chicken coop with the other village hens. When I was placing the chicken in his box, Timothy said, "Wow, look at that - An American chicken and a Ugandan!" It was very funny.
Last night I picked up a new team-mate from the airport in Entebbe. By midnight we were pulling in to our hotel room and this was the scene as we walked into the room. Rachel said, "It looks like Fairyland!"
This was our flat tire today as we drove the six hours back to Soroti. It was smoking by the time we stopped.
There have always been two village hens in our yard. They are black and lay wonderful eggs with bright yellow yolks. Most town hens lay eggs with a very pale yolk - it almost looks like just egg whites when they are cooked. Well, on Wednesday night a neighbour brought over a white chicken to say thank you for a donation of crayons and paints. Well, no one else knew how to hold a chicken, so it was handed to me at the kitchen table. I carried it outside, had his feet untied and then Timothy, the guard, checked for ticks. We decided to put it in our lovely chicken coop with the other village hens. When I was placing the chicken in his box, Timothy said, "Wow, look at that - An American chicken and a Ugandan!" It was very funny. 
Last night I picked up a new team-mate from the airport in Entebbe. By midnight we were pulling in to our hotel room and this was the scene as we walked into the room. Rachel said, "It looks like Fairyland!" 
This was our flat tire today as we drove the six hours back to Soroti. It was smoking by the time we stopped.
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