I've been feeling mildly guilty all 
summer. There have been many moments with the chickens like, when 2 are perched up on the bird bath, and I say, man, I gotta blog about that - it's just so cute and strange all at once. Then I see a butterfly or get hungry for lunch and "poof" the thought is gone. Now that summer is fleeting and autumn is peeking around the corner, I'm feeling the need for routine and to tie up loose ends. There are a few blog ideas knocking around my noggin. However, I would be an irresponsible farmer and blogger if I did not blog about a very important happening...you guessed it, WE HAVE EGGS. This past Labour Day weekend (fitting) we got our first 3 eggs. The fourth came today. I will spare you with the count from here on in (I am keeping track to see how much money we actually save - so far we are still in the red minus 75 cents). Now here is the killer part; it was Mr.BCF who "called it" or predicted and confirmed that we had incoming eggs. This part really bugs me. I am with those fowl every day. I check on them many times a day, talk to them, give them bits of my lunch, hose their manure off the walkway. You get the picture - I am intimately acquainted with these hens. Moving on with our story...Friday morning, the girls were particularly noisy. I was having chicken remorse i.e. "I thought the roosters were the noisy ones, why did I get chickens, why?" Mr.BCF said matter-of-factly, I think the chickens are going to start laying today. He goes to the coop and sure enough, there it is - a perfect, brown egg. BCF jr was so thrilled that he ran around the neighbourhood to show all the important people: his aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmother, the guy who watches the chickens when we are away, the people on the corner who own the pizza joint - you know, the usual. When BCFjr got home he said he wanted the egg for lunch. He handed it to me, warm and wet from his little sweaty hand. Yum.
summer. There have been many moments with the chickens like, when 2 are perched up on the bird bath, and I say, man, I gotta blog about that - it's just so cute and strange all at once. Then I see a butterfly or get hungry for lunch and "poof" the thought is gone. Now that summer is fleeting and autumn is peeking around the corner, I'm feeling the need for routine and to tie up loose ends. There are a few blog ideas knocking around my noggin. However, I would be an irresponsible farmer and blogger if I did not blog about a very important happening...you guessed it, WE HAVE EGGS. This past Labour Day weekend (fitting) we got our first 3 eggs. The fourth came today. I will spare you with the count from here on in (I am keeping track to see how much money we actually save - so far we are still in the red minus 75 cents). Now here is the killer part; it was Mr.BCF who "called it" or predicted and confirmed that we had incoming eggs. This part really bugs me. I am with those fowl every day. I check on them many times a day, talk to them, give them bits of my lunch, hose their manure off the walkway. You get the picture - I am intimately acquainted with these hens. Moving on with our story...Friday morning, the girls were particularly noisy. I was having chicken remorse i.e. "I thought the roosters were the noisy ones, why did I get chickens, why?" Mr.BCF said matter-of-factly, I think the chickens are going to start laying today. He goes to the coop and sure enough, there it is - a perfect, brown egg. BCF jr was so thrilled that he ran around the neighbourhood to show all the important people: his aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmother, the guy who watches the chickens when we are away, the people on the corner who own the pizza joint - you know, the usual. When BCFjr got home he said he wanted the egg for lunch. He handed it to me, warm and wet from his little sweaty hand. Yum.
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