Out in the Rows
No one believed grandpa except me. To be fair, he did have a tendency to pull jokes on everyone. Grandma was still trying to get over the near heart attack he gave her from two mornings ago when he came into the house covered in chicken feathers. He had attached the feathers to his white shirt and jeans and said that he was feeling ill after one of the chickens bit him while he was cleaning the nesting boxes. Grandpa then squatted on the floor and started bawking until, with a slight of hand, he produced an egg on the floor beneath him. So, when he came in from the front porch saying there were lights out over the corn field, everyone just went back to what they were doing.