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You have a way with words, my dear, that touches my heart - & i can totally relate to!! You are a fine poet & writer (& if you say you're not...then, i tell you, you are!![COLOR=2F4F4F]Been collecting eggs from the nest from the time I could walk and that's been a LONG time ago, but I never cease to be thrilled each time I look in a nest box and see clean, lovely eggs in there. I guess it goes back to Easter egg hunts and such, but finding those eggs feels so very good to me. I love the way they look, the way they feel and even the shape of them...it's just poetry to me. Sometimes I'll rub them across my cheek and smell them, feeling their lovely shape and smoothness, greeting them like an old friend. [/COLOR] [COLOR=2F4F4F]Think of how many people, who have always bought eggs from a store, see eggs as perfect snow white things lined up neatly in a carton...bland, uniform in shape and size, pale insipid tasting yolks and watery whites inside. They have no idea what it's like to go out of an evening and pick them out of a nest on their own land, warm or cool to the touch, silky smooth or slightly textured, speckled or oddly striped at times, different colors and shades, some very round and some comically tubular and occasionally the "fill your whole hand" goose egg when you don't own a goose. [/COLOR] [COLOR=2F4F4F]What a delight it is to discover these perfect little protein packages in all their varied beauty, lying there in a golden nest just waiting on you. Like a very personal thank you from the flock for all the feed and care you give them...each one as unique as the next, nothing uniform about them at all. Richly, deeply golden orange yolks that stand up and smile at you when you crack them into the pan, whites that are thick and gelatinous as they should be and a flavor that's like a kiss of goodness. [/COLOR] [COLOR=2F4F4F]Don't know why, but I just felt like singing an egg song of praise about the loveliness of our eggs! [/COLOR][COLOR=2F4F4F] [/COLOR]

