Just today I was thinking of the eggs. There are dozens, way too many. Some were reserved for buyers for hatching and others for customers who want duck eggs. The goose eggs were to be blown out and saved for Ukrainian Easter Eggs, with the contents cooked and fed to the pigs and dogs. The ducks are separated and there were Rouen, Khaki Campbell, and Saxony eggs, all nicely marked on a very large platform tray and below it, several baskets of eggs waiting to be washed. There were a lot of eggs! Were, that is.
I was at the bed and breakfast house with a guest and we were chatting away, and when I returned to my farmhouse, the large tray had fallen and the eggs smashed into the eggs in baskets and most were cracked and broken. What a big mess to clean up! All the eggs in the baskets and all the eggs on the tray, that is the entire collection of marked eggs, all were discarded. It was a disaster! I am not sure why or how the tray fell, but tomorrow, the collection of eggs for orders will begin again. Sigh. I suppose I do not have to wonder about too many eggs anymore.
I was at the bed and breakfast house with a guest and we were chatting away, and when I returned to my farmhouse, the large tray had fallen and the eggs smashed into the eggs in baskets and most were cracked and broken. What a big mess to clean up! All the eggs in the baskets and all the eggs on the tray, that is the entire collection of marked eggs, all were discarded. It was a disaster! I am not sure why or how the tray fell, but tomorrow, the collection of eggs for orders will begin again. Sigh. I suppose I do not have to wonder about too many eggs anymore.
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