"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?" Federico Calboli
Friday, November 11, 2011
Huevos
One of our colleagues at work lives in an even more rural part of Douglas County than we do. In an effort to keep her agricultural property tax rate, last summer she started raising chickens and goats. The goats are milk goats and we haven't seen anything from them yet. However, we are glad to do our part to help her with her tax issues by buying eggs. If you compare these with eggs you'd buy at a supermarket you wouldn't know they came from the same species. She has a fairly wide variety of chickens and guarantees at least one green egg per dozen. The white eggs in this dozen come from Polish White Crested Black hens. As the white eggs are a bit smaller, we got another as lagniappe.
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