Some cracking good eggs.

Come Christmas Day, most women my age will usually be opening something nice like expensive chocolates or overpriced perfumes that their partner likely picked up the night before.

Not me. My present was some rescue hens who looked like they'd been in a fight with Colonel Sanders and just about avoided becoming part of the next bargain bucket.

You can just imagine my excitement. No, I'm not joking, christ. I'm a loser.

For the past few months, we've spent our time nurturing them into becoming some really lovely and healthy hens, and today, they finally repaid us by producing GREEN eggs!

I know what you're thinking, how the f*ck does that happen. Apparently, it's when a chicken inherits both the brown and blue gene, and this creates a varying shade of egg, pretty cool, right?  

Now they've finally started laying and are no longer a constant drain on our bank accounts, it was time to reintroduce our resident cock, Duke, back into the flock of which as you can imagine, he was bloody delighted about the horny little sh*t.  

In the next few weeks we can start testing the eggs to see if they're fertilised, and begin the incubation process, to create the next generation of flock and we can then start selling these beauties and you know, actually make some money.

We've just got to find a safe place where either our toddler doesn't decide to play chef with them or our gluttonous Beagle doesn't think they're his next meal ffs.

For now, these eggs will become delicious pancakes for us to enjoy as a family because who says pancakes are just for bloody pancake day anyway.

More updates coming soon.

Roots.

Small Farm. Big Dream.