The weather is so hot in Kansas writes a Ringsteadian, Alfred Cobley, Newark, New Jersey, that no sooner is an egg laid there than it starts incubating!

Farmers’ wives see a continual procession of newly-hatched chickens, with no mothers to guide them.

Young ducks, geese and turkeys come forth on their own from out of barns and sheds and other secluded places; so much so that, if things go on like this, it would appear, farmers will soon have no worries!

But there is a “fly in the ointment.” Reports are coming in that quail, prairie chickens, and other game birds keep “bobbing up” almost as thick and fast as the “growing grass.”

Everything seems to happen to poor old Kansas. First it is dry, then it is wet, then it is so hot it is impossible to keep the chickens down. I don’t know what they can do about it, unless, maybe, call a moratorium on eggs.

Whatever happens, it always seems to be the wrong thing for “poor old Kansas,” adds Mr. Cobley.