And then, eggs

Moving to a farm mid-July pretty much guarantees that, unless the previous owners up and decided to sell just as the fruits of their many labors are about to burst into bloom, you are walking into a whole lot of work and a whole lot of wait. That was the case for us with Floating Axe; the family who lived here prior had given up even small-scale gardening years ago. The back fields were in hay, the fencing was all gone, and aside from a massive dog kennel, there was nothing of form left behind.

The blank slate has been a mixed blessing. On one hand, it’s been easy to look on our empty land and envision what should go where. The flip side is that all of the expense and work has fallen to us. This isn’t terrible, but it has made for a whole lot of delayed gratification. Well, mostly delay.

And finally … gratification.

And then, eggs

 

Just like our exuberance at the dozen or so zucchini and the handful of yellow squash we picked from our hastily constructed raised boxes, and our delight in once again having our own fresh lettuces and spinach, we have been over the moon thrilled with eggs. Eggs from our chickens. Real eggs.

First one, then another, and on and on… becoming a routine now, yet still every bit as exciting.

And then, eggs

 

Only a few of the girls are laying at this point. We’re still plucking smallish eggs morning and afternoon—not enough at a time for a full-scale breakfast. Yet. But the hope is there. The promise of abundance is right around the corner… along with the promise of more work. As always, we are grateful.

2 thoughts on “And then, eggs

  1. Chickens are one of the great joys of the world. Useful and beautiful they give us great blessings. Sadly, too often, they are treated badly for maximum profit.

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