This past summer my husband decided it would be fun to raise chickens. I wasn't so sure about it, but agreed as long as they were kept in a pen and their house was cute. So surfacey, I know. To see how he built a GORGEOUS hen house click here.
I stepped inside the pen to get these pictures and they thought my shoestring was the best thing since, well, cracked corn.
Last week, one of the Red Stars gave us a special surprise:
Our first egg.Within the first week we collected 8 eggs and those are just from two of the four hens! So far no easter eggs, but we are waiting expectantly!
I get a little squeamish about stuff, so I told my husband that I would have to wait until the "production line" had been in full swing for a little while before I would have the nerve to eat the eggs. Am I being weird?
When we cooked our first two eggs this is what we found in the pan:
A message from God telling me to smile; or just a really happy egg white?
And no, I didn't change the color of the picture. The yolks are truly that orange/yellow, apparently the telltale sign of a really fresh egg.
I hear that fresh eggs are the BEST to bake with. Have you ever tried fresh-from-the-farm eggs?