Because we have lots of poultry, we eat a lot of eggs.
Fried, poached, hard-boiled, soft-boiled, omelets, over easy, sunnyside up.
There are tons of ways to prepare an egg, but arguably the simplest is to scramble it.
Oddly enough, as simple as it seems, most of the time I order eggs in a restaurant they are terrible. Rubbery, dry, no flavor. Kinda how I picture George Hamilton would be, were one to intentionally lick him. Or, I guess unintentionally, lick him too.
Me: "Hey ... can chickens fart?"
Me: "Can chickens fart?"
FF: *Mouth open.*
Me: "Yesterday I distinctly heard one of the Welsummers let one rip."
FF: "Why are you asking me? Do you think I'm an expert in flatulence?"
FF: "I don't know."
Me: "It sounded like a fart."
FF: "Maybe it was one of the kids."
Me: "No, they were too far away. It was me and one chicken and I'd fess up if I did it."
FF: "Google it."
I'd been trying to identify this pair of gorgeous ducks that decided to stop for a spell and perch on our barn. Quite frankly, I wasn't sure if they were ducks or geese. I am terrible at ornithology, so just identifying these as waterfowl should earn points for me.
Anyway, I have since learned that these are Black-bellied Whistling Ducks. They are found in southeast Texas, Louisiana and South America, are one of only two whistling-duck species native to North America, and they are delightful.
I love living out here. You never know when a little bit of happy (and a little bit of knowledge) will land on your doorstep.
I'm the wife of a Fledgling Farmer(FF) and mom to Fledgling Farmer Boy(FFB) and Fledgling Farmer Girl(FFG).