With the longer days the hens are beginning to produce more eggs. Today I collected eleven. ELEVEN! I think Paul needs to make us a new “eggs for sale” sign because we certainly are not using nearly a dozen eggs a day. And, coincidentally, I just learned that the eggs of chickens that roam about (as ours do) have twice as much Omega-3 fatty acids and 1/3 the amount of cholesterol as regular eggs. So, hooray for our hens! We did have another hen die, presumably of old age? She was a hand-me-down who had always been a little standoffish, but I think it was a surprise to Paul when he opened the coop door in the morning and all the other chickens ran across her corpse.
In garden news the peas are doing great
I truly am not sure what prompted him to write “did you know a shark could bite through metal scuba?” But he’s clearly pleased as punch with it.