A life-long city man, tired of the rat race, decided he was going to give up the city life, move to the country, and become a chicken farmer. He bought a nice, used chicken farm and moved in. As it

A life-long city man, tired of the rat race, decided he was going to give up the city life, move to the country, and become a chicken farmer.
He bought a nice, used chicken farm and moved in. As it turns out, the previous owner left him with exactly twelve chickens and one very confused goat wearing a sunhat. (Don’t ask.)

Determined to succeed, the man went to the local feed store and said to the clerk, “I need some chickens.”

“How many you thinking?” the clerk asked.

“Let’s start with 50. I want to hit the ground running.”

The next day, the clerk sees the man back in the store looking frazzled.

“I need another 50 chickens,” the man said.

“Wow, already? That’s ambitious!” the clerk said.

“Yeah, I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong,” said the man. “I plant them the right way—two feet apart—and water them every day, but none of them are growing!”

The clerk stared at him.

“You… planted the chickens?”

“Well, yeah. I figured if you can grow corn, you can grow nuggets, right?”

The clerk blinked slowly, then said, “Sir… you might want to Google ‘livestock’ versus ‘vegetables’.”

So the man went home, a little embarrassed but not discouraged. The next day, he tried to train the chickens to lay eggs in alphabetical order for easier tracking.

He even gave them name tags: “Angela,” “Becky,” “Cluck Norris,” “Drumstick Dan,” and so on.

Weeks went by. The goat ate half the name tags and the chickens chased the mailman daily, but still, no eggs.

Desperate, the man posted on a local farming forum. Someone replied, “Maybe your chickens are roosters.”

So the man looked at his chickens, then at the goat, who was now wearing sunglasses and driving a lawnmower, and said, “You know what? Maybe I’m not a chicken farmer. Maybe I’m just a weird goat owner who tried really hard.”

And from that day on, he opened a goat yoga retreat. It was a hit. Turns out, people will pay a lot to do downward dog while a goat wearing a sunhat judges their form.

Moral of the story?
Sometimes your eggs don’t hatch, but life still throws you a goat on a lawnmower. Take it.