Every dang day–this is what we gather in our cute little basket from our even cuter little hens.
And it’s getting to the point that we can merrily share with people we REALLY like and still have a zillion eggs to eat ourselves. Old Rhenny boy is in scrambled-egg Heaven.
And THAT, my friends, was the goal.
Heh, heh.
I’m glad that you’ve found a fun way to keep up with the demand for scrambled eggs and omelets! 😉 Ha ha ha!