First Eggs!

When Shawn let the birds out this morning there they were. Two perfect, if tiny, duck eggs. Thick shelled, pointy, and beautifully juuust off white. This morning we have reaped our very first harvest, and I could not be more proud if I had laid them myself. They are only the size of medium chicken eggs, but I know that as time goes on, they will get larger and larger.

His comment as he brought them in this morning, pride and pleasure shining in his face, was, "Well, I guess I'm going to have to lay off the free-loader comments." The feeling of producing food on our own land is not something I can easily describe. I feel grateful, and self-sufficient, and all kinds of other grandiose things far outside the rational impact of the two eggs sitting on my counter. But then the practical aspects kick in. By the time Thanksgiving rolls around I will be making pies and breakfasts with my own eggs. That's nothing to sneeze at.