A neighbor down the street is away for a couple of weeks, and since we never go anywhere, we are taking care of her chickens. This means fresh eggs for us!
Confession? I inwardly groan every morning when it's time to go "do the chickens." I described the whole thing to a friend like this: "Yet another thing I should not have said: 'Sure! That sounds fun!' to."
Sigh.
Little T is thoroughly enjoying it though.
Will this exposure to local chickens just complicate my life? Am I going to be dealing with Pleasemommypleasemommypleasemommycanwehaveourownchickenspleasemommypleeeeeeeese?
Oh dear. I hope not. I'm not quite ready to walk my local food talk in that particular way.
But oh-so-yummy were the fried eggs we had for breakfast!
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2 comments:
This is ideal. You can just say, "We don't need our own chickens - we can just help Mrs. So-and-so with hers!" She wins, you win.
Because, really, you don't want chickens. Read The Egg and I to hear it from a woman who got to know chickens far too well.
ah, just add hens to your backyard. pets and eggs. done and done.
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