Chickens

Have I mentioned before that I want chickens (just 3 or 4!) but it's a no-go with Paul. My friend, Sheri helps a local farm cleaning eggs and asked me if I wanted to come too I asked if I could come, too. (For local people, they sell these at Piggly Wiggly!)

It's quite a process. Each egg has to be cleaned, carefully wiped dry (as not to disturb the natural coating) and then candled. Candling was my job which meant I held them up in front of this light to check for any cracks and to make sure there was an air space inside.

We took a break for a farm tour and to collect more eggs:

Time for poo boots - it was my lucky day and I got the red ones!

Hanging out with my new friends:

I love these next series of pictures. As you can see, Sheri was a bit apprehensive to gather eggs:

I love the first one and the last one the most because she was showing genuine emotion.

Check out her supervisor:

  "Don't get your feathers in a ruffle."

This place rated right up there with the pumpkin patch for places to take pictures - so much to see. I can't wait to go back, although Paul likely can (not good for my chicken obsession!)