There it is our first Egg. The kids were so excited. I was surprised. I really thought that an hour and a half drive on the back of a trailer would traumatize the chickens and they would need recovery time. Now that I think about it recovery time to do what. Be a chicken. That's what they are and what they do. Why recover from what you are. Hmmm that seems like it could be a thought applicable over my life. Really I'm a mom, that's what I was created to be. Why do I need recovery from that some days? Maybe because of the circus that it sometimes is. So back to our egg.
This is the egg now.
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Not meant for our table. It had a short lived life. Fought over by two adoring little boys who couldn't wait to show off the FIRST egg from the Buckeye Farm. Sad little egg. I'm sorry to see you go. Washed off the driveway with a burst from the garden hose. Better my luck tomorrow. At least the chicken didn't witness the destruction. Really that might have been too much trauma and done the poor hen in. ;)
So Sad, But on a happier note, Soon there should be multiple eggs on a daily basis.
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