THE KING VESSEL AND THE CLUCK HEN

In front from left; Kjell and Finn. Behind; Ludvig

(This is primarily a google translation).

Someone in the family say that this story shows just how ("ukjuraktige") rascals twins were. But that's because it's big brother Ludvig who usually tells it, and then you get the always unfortunate, subjective approach. This is what really happened:

In 1947 the war ended and the victors had returned from London and controlled and tended. An ordinance went out that it would gather money for a folk gift to King Haakon VII in gratitude for his great efforts for the motherland during the war. The People Gift was royal ship "Norway".

Although it was voluntary one would give, and how much one would give, it was decided that all households should be sought out by trusted men in the municipality. Teacher and church songer Torvald Haugeland was one of them. Some of the farms in the circuit lay deep on the moors, and Haugland confided when our older brother Ludvig (on Bringsjord pronounce the name "lådvi"), who by then had turned 18, the honor of visiting the most roadless farms built on the heath.

Ludvig in this way was away from the farm for a day, was a fortunate event for us twins. He had in fact a "klukkhøne" lying on nest out in the barn , and this klukkhøna passport he viewed as a blacksmith. (Klukkhøne called a hen who has "decided" to hatch chicks. It will then stop laying and begin to incubate as soon as it has gather some eggs).

It is essential that a dominant rooster rules the henhouse at the time eggs are collected for hatching, but it had not. Our rooster should have remained headless on the chopping block last fall, and now it was arthritis and no longer and lazy and ignored just as it was clear invitation from the white Italian fingertips (gallina bianca). But luckily grandmother in Nyhus one virile rooster, and Louis got traded with 15 eggs from her chicken run. These were placed under klukkhøna, and so was the countdown started, and until this royal collection day had passed 13 days.

Louis, which already at that time had left for the day pronounced intellectual interests, and who drank coffee with teacher Haugeland with his wife and daughters, went throughout the year at high school in Mandal. Already then he saw enough of an educational career, and took little brothers on her lap and explained as schoolmaster fun he could just about developments day by day was started inside the eggs. The conclusion was something like this: "If only Grandma's rooster has flapped in chicken and eggs, and klukkhøna not constantly was intimidated by hammering with the door, it will in three weeks get ready-made chicks from the eggs." Well, at that time was not the concept of time so strong, so already after five six days we began bustle if not the ready-made chicks soon to come.

For our parents came Ludvigs chicken-interest as a thunderbolt. During its first 18 years of life he had shown zero talent or interest in being a farmer, or closely related activities such as hare hunting and salmon fishing. They had well any written him as a future heir farmer, and had risked everything to get even a male child. They then would be blessed with two boys, was therefore of some viewed as a bonus.

But they could have been mistaken? Did not put himself grom boy here and raved about the chicken farm and egg production on a large scale, while he told about coffee drinking and trusted collection mission Torvald Haugeland and King Haakon VII?

Norway. the kings own ship

So far, the mother's egg production attracted to pancakes and hard boiled, sprinkler-sliced ​​sandwich toppings and a birthday cake every now and then. In addition, deliveries to the trader, which gave scanty cash to buy lottery tickets when representatives of the various associations woman knocked on their number books ahead of the bazaars.


Fortunately should not go so long before everything was back in good old thread. As soon as the royal collector had cycled off guard, took the twins for a walk out in the barn to investigate what happened to the chickens. When klukkhøna was uncooperative and chopped fingers, was she resolutely lifted away and shut out in the yard. Then we listened carefully on the eggs to hear about chickens was awake and wanted out. But no beep was hearing. Strangely, they overslept entire bundle?

This had to be investigated further. Relatively gently minced we hole in the eggshell to drop chickened out. But it was a big disappointment; just something slimy goo gushed out of the egg. Without rooster, no chicken, we remembered schoolmaster-germ had explained when he came carrying 15 Grandma's eggs in cap. Yes, yes, we thought; grandmother-cock must have forgotten fluttered on this egg. We'll check it out next ...

A while later looked our mother out of the kitchen window and saw klukkhøna who wandered around the yard. Once she saw that somthing was wrong and hurried out into the barn where she found two unhappy boys and 12 broken eggs nicely spread across the floor.

The young scientists Finn and Kjell in activity.

When Ludvig weary came home that night, he was greeted by his mother in the yard, and warned that a terrible accident had befallen chicken project. But then the culprits for the longest sent to bed and slept happily outside big brother's immediate reach.
The following day we were up early to go back and chase the cows when Mom and Dad hired them in herds, on the headland. Ludvig could lie and take up long into the day. Unfair? Fair enough for us!

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This blog page was printed in the newspaper "Lister" on Saturday 18 July 2015.