I found where those sneaky ducks have been laying their eggs today. In the hen house but in a corner that they've been covering up. If one of the hens hadn't laid an egg on top of theirs, I never would have found it because they bury their eggs in the straw. I keep wondering if this is an attempt at keeping them warm for possible sitting and hatching which is of course impossible since Willy and Lilly are both girl ducks. Well, everyone has a dream. I dug around and found six eggs, brought them in the house and cleaned them up a bit. For reasons unknown to me, duck eggs are, on the whole, poopier than chicken eggs. I am absolutely drowning in eggs, even though I give them away with abandon and yet, I am thinking how much I would adore it if one of my hens got broody and decided to hatch a clutch this spring. I've even been thinking about going out and buying a few peeps because there is nothing as joyful as baby chicks running about and it is so much fun to watch them grow and become who they are.
If I did THAT I could possibly start selling eggs although I'm sure there are rules and regulations concerning that activity and I don't have the desire to deal with THAT shit.
Anyway, it's been a very nice day and one I will look back on in a few months quite fondly as the weeds completely overtake whatever is left of the garden after the bugs have their way with it and the heat is too much to bear to go out and work in it.
To everything there is a season as the Bible so aptly points out and winter is certainly my favorite garden season and that's at least one thing to like about the season of socks.
Time for me to go finish laundry and cook our supper. I think I'm going to try to make dumplings the way Mr. Moon likes them with the leftover chicken from last night. As I have said before, I was raised on yankee dumplings which are easy as hell to make and I think delicious but he likes those flat, noodley ones that he was raised on. My chicken and dumplings are far from traditional, no matter how I make the dumplings in that the broth has cooked carrots and green beans and all sorts of yummy vegetables in it that I feel quite certain his mama and grandmama did not put in their pots when they made the dish.
He'll eat them anyway. And then there's leftover pie.
Saturday night. A supper to eat with a spoon. A garden cleared of weeds and potatoes coming up.
I hope all our dreams are sweet.