Friday, March 5, 2010

when did this become my life?

feeding chickens, collecting eggs and then scurrying these ladies back into their gate.  i don't quite  remember signing up for this...

2 comments:

Sara said...

Just think, pretty soon when they get too old to lay eggs, you will have some delicious roast chicken dinners. And soup, sandwiches, etc. Yay! I'm sure Pete will do all the plucking.

becca said...

I don't even know if I'd be able to eat the eggs. I'm having this weird aversion to eggs in general right now, and I almost think knowing exactly where they came from would make it even harder for me to scramble some up. Not that it's weird if you eat the eggs or anything... whoopsie, awkward.