Easter Egg Hunt

It is a bit early to be celebrating Easter, but Brant is a kid at heart and he loves Easter Egg hunts. I didn't think he would find any eggs as I had already collected six earlier in the afternoon. Brant wanted to check things out so I told him to have at it.

And guess what he found? An egg! And there was not just one, it turns out, but two!

This is Polly's egg because it is white and only one bird in my flock lays white eggs.

Here is a Plymouth Rock checking out the hen house in the middle of the afternoon.

Photo Op

Dave's profound statement when he viewed the photos that Paula took of Brant and me during their recent visit to the chicken pen: "It is okay to pick chicken up with your fingers."

Here is Brant holding an Ameraucana.

Here is a Production Red prancing up the hill to join us.

This is what she saw - our fearless cat, Mr. Darcy.

Paula and Brant know how to ingratiate themselves with the chickens. They bring leftovers and the great thing about my ladies is that they seldom turn their beaks up at anything that is offered to them. This Ameraucana is enjoying leftover pumpkin bread pudding. As Paula points out in her food blog (http://www.dishingthedivine.com/2009/11/08/its-for-the-birds/), this was not one of her favorite recipes.