I love eggs! Can I let you in on a secret? I want to raise chickens. OK Dad, you can pick yourself up off of the floor now. Your “city slicker” daughter has not lost it, completely, well not yet. But, she values a good egg and the flavor of a free range chicken.
Mr. Miller thinks that I would name them all and they would become pets and not his Sunday dinner. I know there would be some separation anxiety and I would have to learn how to do everything but I think I could do it, maybe? I know I have a tutor on the “demise” of the chicken in my “sister from another mother”, Diane. She raised chickens and used to bring me eggs on a regular basis.
I would make sure the “chickens didn’t die in vain” as Mr. Buffett sang about. Of course my son Cameron would have to have a moment of silence and prayer, the Deacon is sure we have a future member of the Episcopal Clergy on our hands.
But alas, I live in the city limits and there are stupid rules on where a coop or chickens could be and my yard is too small. So for right now I will settle for these little beauties that get delivered to my doorstep every Friday from Kevin and Brookie Lee.
Oh how I love me some eggs!