Spent a weekend plus some days in the wondrous place called Mossyrock, Washington. I came home earlier than my family due to money-making opportunities, and I miss they fam. I'm discovering "goodbyes" are my least favorite thing. Ever. And that "hellos" are my favorite thing. Ever. In 22 days, another "hello" will commence.
However, after a warm drive back to Scappoose, getting everyone situated and ready for the evening, I go home and start responsibilities. Laundry, farm chores outside, feed the cats, get ready for the day ahead, and feeding myself on an empty refrigerator. I did get to realize how much I truly love farm life. We have a broody hen out in the barn. It seems like she's been broody for years, really. She wants to be a mom so badly. We generally don't let her sit on eggs due to the fact we don't need any more birds. However, I found a soft spot last night. After feeding the goats, I grabbed the old rabbit cage, filled it with hay, and set it up for a mother hen. I then candled her eggs to see how far she had gotten while we were in Washington. Out of 7 eggs, only one seemed to be fertile, and even then only a few days along. I let her keep the one. While on my search for feed dishes for my little wannabe mother hen, I found 5 other eggs in an old hutch. And they were fresh! Thank you, little hen, for providing me with breakfast when an empty fridge does not do much for me. So within three weeks, if all goes well with that one little egg, we'll see if my little hen gets to be a mother this summer.
And I have to say, if you've never had a farm fresh egg, you are missing out.
*P.S. The letter thing... I should have known I wouldn't have the attention span for it.
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