I went to check the nest boxes mid morning. Sure enough, one in the box. A warm glow settled inside me...I have my own personal store! I walked back to the pen and threw my hens a healthy dandelion I'd pulled from the flower bed. Then I returned to the nesting box. Grandson Porter was there and he grabbed the egg (I flinched, hoping it wouldn't break) and ran into the house to show his mother, Emery. He looked like a running back with a football cradled in his hands.
The boys count it a privilege to be the one to bring in the eggs.
Oh Aunt E I love this. I love the pictures and seeing all my cousins. I love being so natural and of the earth! You have your own store! I love ya!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Lisa. I love my yard. I love the memories of this home...it was my mother and father in law's home and I miss them so much...everywhere I turn, there is a memory of them. They bless my life abundantly. Lisa, did you see my store when you clicked on the hyperlink? E.
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