It's seven degrees outside, and the house is crackling in the wind. Actually, the last blast just made a noise much like a bugle as it blew through or past something or other.
Got home from a cold day of SAR training and hustled down to the barn to give Henery and The Girls a New Year's Treat of hot mash and greens, and to give all the birds hot water to hold them overnight.
Only to find that they have, at long last, started paying rent:
This bodes well for a fruitful year, as we welcome the light back.
Dogs. Dawgs. Other critters. Life as Oliver Wendell Douglas. Live heirlooms, both flora and fauna. Self-sufficiency. Suffering not a fool to live. Land stewardship. Turnip trucks, and those who have not fallen therefrom. Training things. Growing things. Search and rescue. What is this bug and what is it doing under my desk light? Embracing the reality that Nature Bats Last.
Congratulations! My pullets started laying a few days ago and I was excited beyond what is usually reasonable for a couple of eggs.
ReplyDeleteOk, it's time for a blind taste test -- store bought vs. homegrown eggs.
ReplyDeleteI dunno about taste tests. But we've had fried eggs for breakfast and breakfast burritos for dinner (a spur-of-the-moment idea we're likely to repeat), and I can vouch that they're tasty enough.
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