I don't have anything to do with these chickens and most times forget they are even in the backyard so when Jeff came rushing in the door late the other night insisting I close my eyes a fresh egg was not what I expected. But there it was a small, single egg and a grown man with a giddy smile spread across his face.
Trexen was just as excited and begged for farm fresh eggs for dinner. The kitchen project is still in process making slow yet visible progress. This week the goal is to have a sink, stove hooked up and safe kitchen area for our play group party. Tonight the stove was put into place and some farm fresh eggs were scrambled.
Nothing like a freshly scrambled egg and a house full of happy boys.
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