Cluck, cluck, cluck

My kids were invited to a neighbor's house to play yesterday and I wasn't able to leave.

They have 4 goats (the children have one each), a few bunnies, and lots of chickens.

Just had to get my camera out (It's not just me who carry around a camera, is it?).

After spending some time trying to catch them on picture, I started getting very fascinated with these feathered pecking beauties.

They appeared social, but ran off when I tried to get close. When I sat down to take some pictures, they started approaching me. Some were more curious than others. The two roosters were definitely more daring. Perhaps they were only ensuring that I wasn't a threat to their girlfriends?

But I've got to tell you, their feathers... sooooo beautiful, and sooooo soft. Look at the one below on the left. I think she ruffled hers as she was slowly walking up to me. I don't know, but I got the feeling she was trying to give me some kind of message.

There was only one egg in the coop when I was there, but it was given to me.

I was told that the chickens shed feathers twice a year, and when they do, they lay fewer eggs.

When we got back home I was wondering how to store my egg.

Should it stay on the countertop or go in the fridge?

I picked up the phone to call my neighbor, but hung up.

You want to know what I did?

I scrambled it.

And as you probably guessed, the best tasting scrambled egg I've ever had.