Oooh, how well I remember the days of collecting a million eggs from my sweet little chickens and sharing them with my kids. We LOVE eggs in this family!!
Eventually, my knees got so bad that I couldn’t chase them (Masha) down the street when they’d (she’d) get out. Then, I spent almost a year at my daughter’s house after two knee replacements and a total foot reconstruction. It was a sad, sad day when I had to give my little girlies to a friend with a small farm.
Fast forward to NOW as that same sweet daughter has a flock of chickens all her own and shares the eggs with us. I guess it’s one of those “what goes around, comes around,” sort of things–
just in an eggy sort of way.
