Friday, June 27, 2014

Not Chicken Feed

(Chicken Feed: a very small amount of money.)

The Peeps celebrated their first birthday a couple of months ago which, I guess, makes them Girls. It doesn't seem that long ago when we brought them home. The memory of introducing them to the original flock is still fresh. It was a stressful time for all of us as the pecking order was reestablished. And you can bet those poor Peeps got their fair share of pecks from the older three Girls.

We give chicken ownership a thumbs up. Well, hens anyway since we don't know much about owning a rooster. Haven't had the . . . pleasure.

The Girls provide us with white, pink, and brown jumbo eggs, anywhere from 4 to 6 eggs per day. We've been giving them away to friends but still had a surplus. Awhile ago a co-worker asked if she could buy eggs and since I knew she had fruit trees I asked her if she'd like to trade home-grown goodness instead. On a weekly basis she's been receiving our fresh eggs in trade for her juicy sweet oranges, blood oranges, and "not Haas" avocados. In a few weeks her peaches will be ready. Woohoo.

Recently, another co-worker offered to buy any extra eggs we might have. She and her husband eat three dozen organic, cage-free eggs per week. Yes. Three. Dozen. Per. Week. That's a whole lotta eggs! She didn't have anything to trade so I offered her a dozen for $3. She brings me her empty egg cartons and the good Girls comply.

Egg Money

Sophia ~ Quality Inspector

"Where's Tandy?"

Tandy, hard at work.