The hens we bought in January are beginning to lay eggs. They haven’t quite got it down yet, so they are laying tiny little eggs with only white and no yolk in them.
But at least they are laying them with great love, we hope.
Either that or they have no sense of humor… because they are not yolk-ing.
Am I white?
Really starting to come out of my shell here.
I can’t help it, that picture really cracked me up.
"I only remember the very first part of the book where he described the man of steel and velvet and I remember the deep chord that phrase struck. I remember the image I had of a hand of living steel wearing a velvet glove, a hand that could crush or caress, strike a killing blow or wipe away tears, lift mountains or cradle an infant. The rest of the book was an afterthought."
From an essay about Aubrey Andelin's "Man of Steel and Velvet".
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