Picking up eggs

Hello,

Monday morning we headed off to the chickens so we could pick up their eggs before it was too late in the day. I do not know about these chickens, but my mother always complained that they would break them if they were left around too long. Last year when we visited these chickens there were 24 of them. I knew that half of them had been given away, but when we arrived we learned from Farmer Ellen (Sophia’s name for her), “The chickens squawked a lot last night. There should be ten of them so it means something got one in the dark.”

That still gave the kids a chance to gather the eggs that were there. This time no chickens were sitting on them so it was not so threatening to an arm in the nest. Two year old Logan did not understand the concept of putting eggs down gently so two of his broke as he let them drop into the bucket. It was a fun time to feed the chickens ahead of going into the nest area. One would come almost close enough to touch, but not quite trusting enough it darted back to a safe distance.

After chickens we moved on to see the horses and feed them some carrots that they seemed to enjoy. Sophia found the horses a bit frightening, but Logan managed to touch and stroke them. He did not hold the carrot long enough to let them grab it so Granny got the pleasure of feeding them. It was especially great to see the two young ones.

Paula