Bright yellow yolks from foraging and pecking around. I heard somewhere that eating melon seeds gave chickens those coveted golden yolks. Funny how we like the brown shelled eggs, whereas in some other countries they like white shells.
All down to conditioning!
My mum used to write the date of lay in pencil on the outside of the eggs.
I was going to say that Mr F. Fox was to blame for the demise of the Woking girls. Their gorgeous names didn't save them from him. Muses all; Penelope, Clio, Thalia, Caliope and Erata. (There must have been another but her name has gone heavenwards with her.)
Ah! who can fail to be delighted by the absurdity of energetic scratching followed by quick reverse running steps to see what has been uncovered! Certainly not me. Or the girls crazy, delighted race when I opened the back door, ever hopeful of some kitchen scraps.
Intermittant jottings. Oh! for days when just watching chickens going about their natural scratchings puts a smile on your face.
Try putting a pic in next.
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