After supper (or was it before breakfast? both times, it was always cold and dark!!), Peggy would disappear out the back door and return with her hands frozen but filled with eggs from her chickens. I don't know how many she had during the winter, but it was fewer than in the summer months, right? She just kept a few to lay eggs for the household. They were the very best eggs I've ever had.
I don't remember that Phoebe and Alice laid one egg in their tenure at the log house, do you, Peg? They were too busy running from Snowball by day and the owls by night.
The Egg Lady's blog is featuring (after the lovely shot of the loo with spider) her current crop of hens these days, and it reminded me of this picture.
That looks like her now. Peggy you timeless beauty! - Helen
ReplyDeleteIt was SO cold that winter you visited! My glasses were fogged. Ah, and the coat. . . It finally died just last year. Holes wore through on the sleeve and I'd get a flurry of down in the air and on my clothes everytime I wore it. I used to put eggs in the pocket so I could have a hand free and naturally one day an egg broke. The pocket was always just a bit stiffer after that. Thanks for the trip back in time!
ReplyDeleteEwww... an eggy pocket, I shudder at the thought.
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