It was a Saturday morning......... a good time for a leisurely breakfast............ As I cooked the eggs I looked at the difference. One is a basic store bought egg, the other two came from our chickens!
I love fresh eggs........ they can be sooo orange and firm......... they just look better. When we first started keeping chickens I didn't expect to become an "egg snob", but I guess I have........... As a child we had 3 chickens and 3 ducks...... but, I had forgotten how good the fresh eggs were. (Duck eggs are so big they are amazing.............) Our daughter has turned into an "egg snob". She is now in college and picky about them, she only wants organic ones..........
I love fresh eggs........ they can be sooo orange and firm......... they just look better. When we first started keeping chickens I didn't expect to become an "egg snob", but I guess I have........... As a child we had 3 chickens and 3 ducks...... but, I had forgotten how good the fresh eggs were. (Duck eggs are so big they are amazing.............) Our daughter has turned into an "egg snob". She is now in college and picky about them, she only wants organic ones..........
This is a habit of mine....... especially if it's cold enough outside to freeze eggs. I set them on a windowsill, balanced here and there, until I'm sure they are properly unthawed. It just isn't good to put semi-frozen eggs in the fridge.
In early September we lost our remaining elderly chickens to ( I suspect ) "Mr. Fox". The younger ones escaped and skedaddled to the railing outside my kitchen door. Afraid that "Mr.Fox" would somehow get them at the chicken house, I allowed them to roost there nightly for too long. One night we had quite the thunderstorm......... It was a funny sight to see the chickens clinging to the railing ,just barely shielded from the pouring rain.
In early September we lost our remaining elderly chickens to ( I suspect ) "Mr. Fox". The younger ones escaped and skedaddled to the railing outside my kitchen door. Afraid that "Mr.Fox" would somehow get them at the chicken house, I allowed them to roost there nightly for too long. One night we had quite the thunderstorm......... It was a funny sight to see the chickens clinging to the railing ,just barely shielded from the pouring rain.
Eventually, ( hoping that "Mr. Fox" was long gone ) we sequestered them away to their yard and chicken house. For awhile one chicken (Rosie) escaped regularly and hung out with the horse. Lately, she seems to have resigned herself with staying with her "sisters".
One fall we had an early snowfall while many leaves were still on the trees. In the morning the combination of snowfall and foliage was gorgeous. The horse eating his hay that morning was the inspiration for my watercolor painting "First Snow"
This links to my gallery image of "First Snow"