Well, it's been many months now since I've written. My last entry was unfortunately foreboding of things to come. Samantha has lymphoma and probably only a few months left. I'll save that for a later time. Today, we rejoice.
The hens are grown and have laid their first two eggs. One in their roost and one under our deck. Perhaps there have been others laid elsewhere in the yard that we have not been privy to, maybe snatched by a raccoon or even eaten by Samantha. But to us they are the first--small and perfect.
We wasted no time in enjoying them. Into the frying pan they went. Their yolks were plump and bright and a wonderful tangerine color. A quick turn, a sprinkle of salt and pepper, a couple of toasted english muffins and we were ready to taste these long awaited treats.The hens have all developed their own personalities, and Sophia's stands out stronger than the others. They all run to us when they see us at the kitchen door, but she is fearless. She wants to be petted and held. But most of all...she wants in the house!!! It is nearly impossible to keep her out. She will try to work her way around you and get in through the smallest opening. Once in, she is most reticent to leave. She wanders into the small spaces around the furniture of our sun porch and refuses to come out. Two days ago I was late for work because she had sneaked in with Samantha and would not come out from behind the chair. I could not reach to grab her, and in my haste to leave had fantasies of herb-roasted chicken for dinner that night. But eventually she wandered into my grasp, and I shooshed her out. However, I digress. Back to the eggs...
Hopfully, there will be many more of these. They were superlative. Creamy and smooth with a flavor nothing like those imitation store eggs. Everyone must come to sample them and see for themselves the truth that I write.
Y'all come back now...y'hear?
