On a happier note, I finally brought myself around to get four new Rhode Island Red biddies. It took me a good while to take that chance again. The three chickens I had for over five years were killed by animals owned by a psychotic neighbor a few houses down who refused to control her pets. Her pets are gone now, and I will once again attempt to enjoy these beautiful birds' personalities, antics and their fresh brown eggs when they start laying in another six or seven months.
Nothing tastes better than fresh brown eggs. Actually, nothing tastes better until you stop smoking and remain smokefree, in order to allow your taste buds to enjoy things on a whole new and different level, especially fresh from your backyard.
Have a happy Saturday!