Mr. Luke and I were shopping at the local organic market last week. I was hunting down tea for me and oatmeal soap for him when this ancient of days, stoop shouldered old man scurried in and loaded the refrigerator case with cartons of eggs. Upon inspection I found that they were all mismatched! After he left, the lady working the cash register told me that he just adores his chickens. He reminded me of the egg man who delivered farm fresh eggs to our house when I was a little girl. Oh yeah, I took some home that day. We just ate the last two this morning. Yum!
My appreciation for farm fresh eggs began the Spring I was finishing up high school. That was when my Dad ordered his first flock of chickens. Now, Dad’s not old yet, and he still stands straight, but that man loves his chickens. Not like some folks love their cats and dogs. Chickens are livestock after all, and livestock often find themselves in the freezer, but they bring him joy nonetheless. Plus, now that there are grandkids on the scene it’s even more fun for Dad. My nieces love to help Grampy get the eggs! I can’t wait for Luke to experience that too. Hey, maybe someday we’ll be able to get a few hens for our backyard. You never know.
Enjoy your day!