Saturday 13th August 2011
They both looked as pleased as punch as they walked in the door with outstretched arms & grins on their faces.
“Look Dad, we just got them out of the coup.”
In their cupped hands they were holding eggs. Freshly laid, free-range brown eggs, 3 a piece.
This is all new to me. I’ve been banging on at my mum to get chickens in her garden for years to no avail. But finally now I was going to get the opportunity to experience chicken husbandry first hand. The family, whose house we are staying in, has 3 chickens & 1 cockerel, that wakes us with his cock-a-doodle-do every morning.
“Eggs for breakfast!” I declare. “How would you like your eggs Zeph?”
“Dippy with soldiers.” He told me.
I timed the eggs for exactly 3 minutes, then fished them out & left them on the plates. Unfortunately the residual heat continued to cook them and so we ended up with hard boiled yolks. 😦
No worries, there’s plenty more where they came from. In fact, Zephy went back later and found 3 more. 🙂