Oh, but it's a wonderful thing to be home and eating scrambled eggs from the chickens you watched scratching in the yard just a few hours earlier. Have you ever seen eggs such a rich shade of saffron? They gratify all my ideas of what it means to keep healthy, happy birds. (My plate, if you're curious, was ten pence from a charity shop on Easter Road in Edinburgh.)
And where is this beautiful yard I wonder! Looks too delicious!!
Posted by: Jo Spittler | 26 April 2011 at 07:52 PM
My husband and I only buy organic eggs (although they are pricey!) because he says he'll only eat eggs from happy chickens! He would love this post!
It's the first time I post something although I have been visiting your blog regularly for the past few months. I really like what you do!
Posted by: LaPerle | 26 April 2011 at 09:43 PM
Jo, it's a farm in a little village near the Polish border. We were there for three days and there was nary a cloud in the sky.
LaPerle, thank you for writing! Those birds had such glossy feathers too, it was quite pleasing.
Posted by: Berlin Reified | 27 April 2011 at 09:21 AM
oh! i want so badly to live in a place open enough to have me a chicken coop.
Posted by: jonquil | 27 April 2011 at 03:21 PM
those chickens look like they own the farm!
Posted by: kristina - no penny for them & mostly berlin | 29 April 2011 at 09:26 AM