We have more chickens and our first eggs. We are becoming regular farmers around here….morning chores, sending the kids out to gather eggs, coop shoes stacked outside the back door. All I need is an apron and a cow to finish it all off.
Documenting the first eggs and showing off Soccer Dude’s gathering skills…in his pjs of course. He is a dedicated farmer up and out before he even gets dressed!
Our beautiful morning cook. The fresh eggs were calling our names.
Into the pan.
The egg challenge – we scrambled store bought eggs and the fresh to see which would taste better. Everyone agreed the dark yoked wonders from our sweet birds took the prize. (Well, little man who loves all eggs didn’t seem to care which eggs he ate as long as we kept them coming!)
Casting A Stone 