Amethyst came home today with two dozen real eggs from properly nourished hens. It’s been a while since we had real eggs, as our last source was a woman who works at the hospital where Amethyst no longer works, and our source before that had her henhouse raided by a bear who ate every last chicken in the coop. So, with some decent eggs in the house again tonight’s dinner was pork chops, eggs, hash browns and toast. Oh, how happy a tummy I’ve got now.
One of our plans for this year that just didn’t happen was to get a chicken tractor built and populate it with a half dozen laying hens. Life just got in the way. But then to add insult to it, some folks moved in right down the street and built a nice chicken tractor for themselves and have some number of laying hens in residence. A rooster, too, who sings to the sunrise every morning. He and the other rooster on the other side of our house get into shouting matches, each telling the other to keep his chicken dick at a respectable distance from the harem. I’m half tempted now to add a rooster into the mix when we get our own just to add a little more excitement to the neighborhood. If I ever get around to finishing the plans for the chicken tractor.
I’ve got it all figured but the wheels, which would be easy enough if I were a welder who could fabricate the steel bits that I have in mind for a retractable landing gear sort of arrangement. But I’m not a welder, and the guy who once was my go-to welder guy has long since moved to Washington. And he’s a real dick, too. The narcissistic fuck was once married to a fine woman who bore him three children, not to mention a strong resemblance to Jennifer Anniston, but then he went and raped her. He’s a real asshole but a darn fine welder. I swear, that son of a bitch could weld a paper towel to a water glass. But now I don’t know anyone I’d want working on my stuff. I know some welders, but I’ve seen their work and it’s a wonder to me they get away with it. (I did a stint as a weld inspector and non-destructive test technician, so I know what a proper weld looks like even if I can’t create one myself.)
I guess I’ll end up going with my second place plan, which would be serviceable but kinda hillbilly. I hate hillbilly engineering, but I might be reduced to it.
It’d be worth it, to have a steady supply of real eggs. We’ve got a source now, but it’s not the same as having your own chooks out scrabbling for bugs in the yard.
Be that as it may, I’m a happy damned heathen. I had some real eggs for dinner!