|king with one of the ducks|
wednesday i made nice fresh bread and those awesome oatmeal cookies, so i had fresh to take my egg lady and i wanted to take it when it was fresh because that's when it's best.
i went thursday morning and she didn't have a full dozen eggs to spare, but she had a half dozen and sent me with some kale and two cucumbers fresh off the vine -and by fresh off the vine i mean we went to the greenhouse and she picked them.
|homer and chicks|
it was a pleasant way to spend an hour in a garden without having any actual responsibility for the garden.
while we were picking currants they found a caterpillar they couldn't identify and instead of just killing it on suspicion of being a pest, they went and offered it to a chicken.
while i was picking blueberries, i heard these little peeping noises and i looked over to see homer (a laying hen with kind of housepet status) wandering around with three new chicks that she adopted and hatched out when the guinea hen who laid them stepped off the nest and decided not to come back.
|he's watching. and he doesn't approve.|
king, on the other hand, observes you closely when you are there.
he's the gander.
he watches everything you do, and he does not really approve. it's ok if you walk on the paths, but if you touch anything he will hiss at you and peck at you, even if the thing you touch is your own bag you just set down for a minute.
i have a lovely cucumber salad and some nice fresh currant jelly. later on i will have blueberry jam and some blueberry muffins.