Before he was pressed into service as an apple pie judge on Saturday, I utilized one of Hugh's other lesser-known talents: chicken wrangler.
See, my friends, The Lesbians, were out of town and had asked me to check in on their girls while they were gone. They offered us the eggs that the hens laid in their absence as payment for my efforts, and, since I have personally never raided a chicken's nest to collect eggs, I made Hugh do it.
He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he made nice with the broodiest of the brood hens.
And, we got a dozen and a half eggs for his efforts.
Now that I know he's so good at this; I'm thinking about turning our dog kennels into a chicken coop.
Ha! Kidding, Hugh!
Or, am I?