2012 - Day 035/331 - Saturday...

Okay, so no sign of the Big Vera girl. She's a goner. It must have been quick, not a feather to be found. I am thinking coyote or fox. I think they are too big for hawks, and they are in bed when the owls are doing their hunting. She was a sweet girl, but that is what happens on farms. Survival of the fittest.

Here is an interesting take on an egg pile, as opposed to the Pile of Eggs (nee Egg Loaf) that I am known for at least one day every weekend. The boy-dog was snooping around and acting oddly out by the red barn this afternoon, and I thought he might have found the remains of the Big Vera girl. If he had found the remains, he would have been chowing down, and his feather breath would have been a complete give-away. SO, I went out there to see what he was acting so guilt about, and we found this stash of THIRTY (yes 3-0) eggs beneath an unused fountain base that leans up against the side of the bard. 29 blue eggs and one brown egg (buried beneath the blue ones). SO, out of the 30 eggs, 18 of them were still good (there is a floating egg test for telling if eggs are still good). The rest of them are now in the compost. SO, now we also need to check this little hiding place when we go see harvest eggs every day.

Pretty much packed for the cruise, and all I have to do now is pack my shave cream and toothpaste and that kind of stuff. THEN it will be interesting to see if I can close the bags without them bursting open.

Deeds, Actions, Changes, BLUE EGGS, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!