|Don't you just want to run your fingers over them?|
The kids didn't have school on Friday so we picked up my mom and went gallivanting. Among other adventures, we ended up at an antique store just outside of town.
|Vintage type, in a mint-condition type tray. Which he also wouldn't sell me.|
Anyway, right inside the door was this tray of PURE GOLD. I started to drool immediately. He wanted a buck apiece for the bits of type, so I picked up a few. I tried to get him to sell me the whole tray, but he said nope. I think he figured he'd make more cash selling the pieces individually. Rats.
There's a little dog at the shop named Zoey that comes to visit all the newcomers, and Zoey was pretty interested in my runners for some reason. Then I remembered that we had done our chickens the weekend before, and that was probably what she was smelling.
Which made me think of this text exchange with my sister:
Don't worry, it was all very humane, there was no shooting or dancing... but the bottom line is that we have a freezerful of delicious chickens. AND now that all the aggressive roosters are gone (except Henry, of course, he's a sweetheart) the hens are starting to lay the most beautiful little brown eggs. I guess they were a little stressed out with being harassed all the time. Now that they can settle down, the egg production should go way up. And since we didn't make our fences high enough, they all pretty much fly over it and make use of our entire yard (not to mention free-rangin' it in the neighbour's garden). Luckily they all still come home at night. But wow... you should taste these eggs, they are UNBELIEVABLE. Can't wait till we're getting a dozen a day and we can eat our fill. YUM.
|Pretty, and tasty too!|
Okay, get going! I'm sure you have things to do too.