Today I bought the first dozen of eggs in I don't know how long. I know, an odd point to make, except that I don't buy eggs. As mentioned, my family raises chickens. I still live close enough to my parents that I can get my eggs from them. It just happens that this week I was going to be in the vicinity and needed eggs. It's not the same, but I will live. Yes, I can honestly tell the difference in look and taste of the eggs from my parents and the store.
Course, if you had chickens that laid brown, blue, green, and speckled eggs; they'd be more interesting for you as well? Little known secret about my life is that I know a bit about chickens. Up until the time I moved out, it was my job to help care for them. I even showed a few birds in the county fair and placed every year. Often when my family gets new chicks, I am also the first one to pick out the cockerels that will be roosters. (Not a huge talent I brag about.)
So, I still maintain my stand that the chicken came first. A hint to another misconception about chickens, roosters don't lay eggs. So the infamous riddle "If a rooster sits on a barn roof and lays an egg, which way will it roll?" is a trick question.*
(*Please see title of the blog if you have any questions about this post.)
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