A labor of lunacy intended to carve a home and horse farm out of an abandoned, gutted antique house and its accompanying overgrown acreage.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Not Eggsactly What I Had In Mind...
Right now, at this very moment, there are no less than twenty-nine eggs in my refrigerator. There may be more, it's entirely possible that one or two may have rolled off behind the cheese or the lemonade (I stocked up on Newman's Own - on sale at Big Y this week). Note to self - buy egg cartons on next trip to the co-op I'm one person. My seven hens are laying anywhere from three to five eggs per day.
Send egg recipes immediately.
Until yesterday, I suspected that my Ameracauna (aka Easter Egger) hen was a dud, as I had only been getting brown eggs. Then yesterday, and again today, I got a lovely little light-blue egg! Yay! I think I would like a few more Ameracuanas. They are pretty and docile birds with the bonus of pretty eggs. I would also like a Welsummer, that lays eggs so dark brown they are almost chocolate-colored. How much fun would that be in your egg carton?
Most days I'm a perfectly sane, eminently logical, high-functioning person. Some days I'm not, and I get myself into projects like this.
My words to live by: "Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you've imagined." - Thoreau