30s during a severely hot, dry summer. Everything was brown and they had no grain on hand so therefore the chickens pretty much lived on a survival diet of whatever the heck they coldl scratch up and, obviously therefore, no eggs. Until,
to add insult to the injury of the drought, the grasshoopers showed up. Upon which the chickens were dramatically revitalized and the hens began to lay again. He said he never experienced a more horrible and unforgettable smell than that of the first one of those eggs that his mother put to the frying pan.
