Last night I was busy painting our bathroom. I’d hoped for a night off in the kitchen but it didn’t quite work out the way I’d envisioned. Dinner was exquisite anyway. I cooked two delicious and very fresh eggs. They were perfect.
We’re just spoiled rotten around here.
Taking the daily eggs out to the road side.
Fresh Eggs sign boasts a Barred Rock on one side, a Rhode Island Red on the other.
I stand at the side of the road all day long and yell “Fresh Eggs!” (Only yolking, folks!)
Jackie will lick you if you steal ’em!
This is how we sell eggs in the country.
Hard working hens having a nibble of grain on a winter’s day. They are free to forage as well, though winter foraging is a bit slimmer than the rest of the year.
Sassy Wing and a Prayer Farm Sultan-mix hen is very comfortable with me and Cricket
Hmmm, wonder how these would stack up in a taste test?