Phanny and the first egg
(brilliantly named for Dion Phaneuf; who'd be thrilled, I'm sure)
(brilliantly named for Dion Phaneuf; who'd be thrilled, I'm sure)
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Our First (and Second) Egg!
We were up and out the door quickly this morning as we wanted to arrive at the Woodville Sale Barn early. Once there, we wandered around for a bit, asked directions, signed in and waited. The boys hung out at one of the cages and were enthralled with the 'giant mice' that lived there. Turns out they were chinchilla. Awfully cute. (Do people actually use their fur anymore?) Soon, the auctioneer started with the cute little bunnies, then on to some type of budgie or something, birds and finally the laying hens trout. The first few went for a sum that one person figured was worthy of golden eggs. Off they went and it began again. On the third go-round Paul was the high bidder and we finally had the last piece of the puzzle - inhabitants for the chicken trout coop.
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For the love of God, wash the eggs before you put them in the carton.
My biggest pet peeve...okay, not really, but close.
Hey! How's it going? We're fine thanks.
(I thought I was one of your biggest pet peeves)
OMG.
Yes. Pleasantry drives me nuts.
No! Don't wash the eggs! They stay fresher that way. (Sorry Dorito.) ;)
How many new hens?
After reading Leah's post, I suggest Liz at least pick off the straw stuck to the egg before putting them in the carton.
Wait. What do I care? When I visit, we go out for breakfast.
Eeew...Tony Stewart has gained weight.
(I've tainted Liz's blog with NASCAR. Heh)
Signed,
Anonymous
It looks like a golf ball.
Four hens. Two eggs. And about twenty trips by the boys so far to check the nests. How long do you figure 'til the novelty wears off?
Nascar's stupid.
...and just like that, the pleasantries are done away with...
And, by the way, that race yesterday was fixed. Fixed, I tell ya. I'm surprised Teresa let Jr. win.
Liz... I have wanted to go to the Woodville Market for sooo long. I live pretty close too, so there is just no excuse. Many of the girls at work buy their livestock there.
I am hoping to sneak a few chickens onto our new property next spring. Our neighbour is a farmer, but I think I would have to argue the point if anyone reported me for having chickens.....
Liz, I've been feeling absolutely smug today 'cos I made jam with our own blackcurrants from the allotment - but you've absolutely trumped me with your very own eggs. Enjoy!
Hi Wendy - we're zoned rural residential so I figured chickens are allowed. But, we found out a month or so ago that they're not exactly legal. Oh well. We've been raising meat chickens for a few years with no problems so we're not too worried about it. Besides, our neighbours like the freebies. ;-)
You should go to the sale barn sometime just to check it out. Quite an eclectic group of people.
I don't know Sharon. All we did was drive them home and they gave us eggs. If they're still laying in a couple of months, then I'll proudly take the credit. So, I think your blackcurrants win. The thought of the jam is making my mouth water. Sounds yummy.
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You should go to the sale barn sometime just to check it out. Quite an eclectic group of people."
I wouldn't touch that comment with a 10 ft pole.
Hee hee. Wasn't meant to be snotty or anything. Quite an eclectic mix of puppies there, too, for that matter.
Wow. Where's your Pa, asking you if you were 'eggcited'?
Ya. Where is Pa? Probably putting together a bunch of bad jokes to send you tonight.
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