E - eggs

It's ABC Wednesday once again and the letter for this week is letter E! Two years ago my steps-son gave us 25 chickens. Among the 25 only one is a rooster and among the 24 one is my favorite and I named her Ester. As they grow I like my chickens watching them around our backyard. Our barn cat didn't had a hard time adjusting the environment ^_^ they became friends instantly. One of my chicken I called her Ester and she is my favorite. Every time she sees me in the porch she will ran towards me and followed me around. You see I love to talked to plants when I go to the barn I talked to the barn cats when I got my chickens I talked to them too. Seems like they can understand me though.

But one day hubby and I were out and I just noticed feathers on the ground. I immediately had a bad feeling, w checked the barn and the chicken coop I couldn't find a single chicken, I knew right then that  something is going on here. Hubby started to call them and here they are hiding from every nook and crannies....one by one they started to go out but when we counted 6 are gone. We later found out that our neighbors dog came and massacred the barn. It didn't happened once but thrice and one of the fatalitites is my Ester and my one and only rooster. I've never cried over an animal but I did when I found out that Ester and my rooster are gone and many others. So hubby decided to sent back the remaining 11 chickens to my step-son and it makes me so sad until now  -sniff-sniff Here are some of the eggs that I got from my chickens then. Wish they are still here with us!!

I didn't know that a homegrown eggs taste a lot better than the eggs that we bought from the grocery store.

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Our brown eggs....

Is better than the eggs that we buy in the store. First day I got one egg only it means only one chicken lay an egg when I fry it I had two yolker it thrilled me. The next day I got two and it add up day after day. Now, the minimum of eggs that we could get from the chicken coop is at least a dozen. As a return and being grateful of what we've got we gave dozens of eggs to our neighbors first before selling them. Neighbors are thankful they missed the real original farm eggs for a long time and they call me now "the egg lady" hehe. On the other note, it thrilled me to picked up the eggs after the hens lay their eggs. Hubby sometimes can't wait to take the egg, he likes to dig his hands to where momma hen is seated hehe. Now, I can recognize if the hen is trying to lay her egg because of how she cackles putputputakkkputakkktakkkk!!