Us old folks remember that line. For the 'benefit' of any young folks reading the blog, the movie is Cool Hand Luke. Paul Newman makes a bet that he can eat fifty hardboiled eggs in an hour. When he proclaims this, his costar George Kennedy exclaims with quiet astonishment "Nobody can eat fifty eggs."
So why the trip down cinematographic memory lane? Because I have fifty eggs in my refrigerator.
Fifty eggs.
I eat an egg a day. Often a stir an egg into the flocks morning oatmeal. Herself and I enjoy a Sunday breakfast usually cooked by yours truly of about five or so eggs.
And yet ... fifty eggs.
Happy chickens make happy (and numerous) eggs and this recent glut is from just eight laying hens. Two of them are not even an egg laying breed. The other six are way past prime at four years old. I'm starting to suspect that even Coq Au is laying.
Apart from that, yesterday's brilliant weather had the flock out in the yard enjoying life.
Here are a few of them visiting the dentist. That is to say they are (likely) refreshing their gizzards with new small pebbles for grinding up their food.
Here are a couple of the girls laying out for a nice sunny dirt bath. Please to note that they are NOT under the neighbor's bush for a change!
The spring flowers and shoots are growing, and just in time for the flock to eat them. Oh well, I'm enjoying spring in my way and they are enjoying it in their way!
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