We shared a nice supper last night, and breakfast today, and then they were off.
Meanwhile, I am still recovering from the dreaded fall in the spring. I have not felt like "puttering" in my house, normally one of my favorite pastimes. When I putter I clean a little here, and rearrange a little there... put out a fresh tablecloth, pick some flowers and arrange them. I have done none of that since April, and the house was looking a little neglected. I've been feeling much perkier of late, and did a little of my beloved house activities this week...
The hens have been laying up a storm. I stash the eggs in a birch basket on the counter when I first bring them in. Rachel added the jaunty feather. That wee, tiny egg on top? A funny aberration. When you get all your eggs from the store, you think they are always quite uniform. However, when you have chickens, you realize that occasionally there are some extreme differences in eggs. Huge double (or even triple!) yolkers, wee tiny eggs, eggs with wrinkles in their shells. Sometimes they even come without a real shell at all, just an odd, rubbery membrane. It all depends on how things are with the hens oviduct on that particular day. In general, the eggs are much the same day in and day out. I find it rather fun when the odd one appears.
And my little visitor didn't care what the eggs looked like. We scrambled her up two and she polished them off with gusto. There could be no finer destiny for my good eggs!