This was my friend, commenting on the difference between store bought eggs and the ones we have at the farm. At first we chuckled, but then she pointed out that most chickens on egg farms likely don’t have a whole half-acre to wander all over the place like our twenty-one chickens have. (They actually hop the fence and wander in the empty lot next to us as well, but I don’t count it because they spend most of their time here…I think…) I’ve read somewhere that how an animal is feeling when they die affects the meat, it isn’t a great stretch to apply the same to a chicken when they are laying an egg.
Makes you kind of super sad to think about why store bought eggs have absolutely no flavor…
It’s that time again this week, the time where I post pictures of things I’m grateful for! I hope that they are as enjoyable for you as they have been for me.
Here I go:
Eggs on homemade bread
Star quilt made by Mom with love
Family Game Night
Nephews’ School Christmas Program
(the kid in the green shirt facing the camera waving is my eldest nephew…if you can see him)
My elder sister’s talent and sense of humor
image: drawn by my sister
other images: from the phone of martha0stout
This Thursday has been a good day for me emotionally but kind of dizzying physically. (Just one of those days where my vertigo is worse than usual.) But even with that, I’m happy today, happier partly because I just am and partly because I’ve been looking forward to this posting challenge for the past few days.