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Made these to share apple fritters. 20240604_130356.jpg
 
How many for an omelet? Are they like a banty egg?
I like the speckled ones !
Well about 6 make for a regular egg so for an omelette, probably 3 dozen?
The speckled ones are pretty but those blues are awesome!
Yeah, the lightly speckled blue is my favorite. Very nice!
Mine too! It's so beautiful!
 
Good Afternoon, Pond!

On our way home from the “big town” where we went to the building supply store to get the most powerful floor drying fan they had. Three days in a row, I’ve had water in my finished basement. (We just put in new vinyl plank flooring in March.) Fortunately, in one of the doorways the strip that was put down to hold the ends in place is loose, so we stuck some long, thin boards under the floor and I will blow that big fan into the gap. I feel like if the water can squish up through the seams of the planks, air should also be able to move around through those seams and dry things out. I just don’t want my floor ruined or moldy.

Add to that the adventure my dog went on yesterday, and my blood pressure is probably higher than ideal.
 
This is what Ruger was up to yesterday:
We had the grandkids and their dog out to the farm yesterday.
Son came to get his kids and dog, and we realized that our dog was nowhere to be seen. Son checked shop and machine shed on his way out, but no dog. DH checked the ditches, even though our dog doesn’t wander. Checked the neighbors, no dog. Drove the ATV around the CRP, no sign of him. We were starting to think that maybe he’d been running with the grand-dog and had a heart attack or something. As I thought about it, I remembered that the grand-dog (Pepper) had come in, and wanted back out again almost right away, even though it was raining. I told her she just came in and didn’t need to go back out. I texted son and DIL, and she offered to bring Pepper back out just in case her wanting to go back out was to tell me that Ruger was in trouble. A couple of minutes after she said she was in her way, we got a phone call. DH took it as I was *still* vacuuming water. He came down and said, “Call C and tell her to abort the mission. Ruger is at your mom’s.” She lives across the lake and down the road from us a couple of miles as the crow flies. About 4 to drive it. She had been in town, came home and there was my soaking wet dog. We’re thinking he went swimming after pelicans (he’s done that before)or goslings and ended up across the lake, and just headed on over to Mom’s. Knothead. He’s 10 1/2 and a Redbone Coonhound/Lab mix, so realistically the scenarios playing out in our minds could happen any time. Heart attack, tangle with a raccoon and lose, or just wander off to die (although he’s still pretty active.) He’s a good old dog, although he’s kind of a nut. I hope we get at least a couple of more good years with him. And poor Pepper. Her career as a search and rescue dog ended before it began.
 

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