Monday, August 4, 2014

An Even Dozen

I am an avowed town/city girl. Though I occasionally perform a farmish chore. On Friday I was in charge of watering various livestock and the gathering of eggs. First let me say, an up-close, loudly squawking chicken can be a little frightening. But considering that she was in the process of producing the egg in the upper right corner of the carton at the time, I cut her some slack. In fact, I felt admiration for the ole girl. Okay, I was downright impressed. Some of these went into the making of French toast yesterday. Others will go into a lemon tart tomorrow. Eggs. A little miracle that chickens own like nobody's business.

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