|Note the turkey egg in the right foreground|
As you can see the kids' egg raising operation isn't going too badly. The chicks they brooded this spring are laying well and Liz is selling eggs right and left. We also have as many as we want to eat, which is downright nice. I never much liked eggs, although I do like to make a cheese omelet in spring when the first vegetables come.
However, the other day she fixed Peggy an egg in a way she has...we call them Peggy eggs, oddly enough, and Peg wouldn't eat it so I did. It kinda looked good.
And it was, so she has made me several lately.
Don't these look good too? Liz is selling them very reasonably if you are interested in a dozen.
Alas the dear, sweet tom turkey that I have pictured here several times passed away yesterday. A ^%$$##@% Rhode Island Red rooster squeezed under the turkey pen gate and beat him up very badly a couple of weeks ago.
Liz treated him as best she could but his injuries proved too severe for his delicate turkey system. We were fond of that silly bird. Whenever people walked up to the pen he would fan and strut and chortle with pride, yet he was so gentle you could pet him.
Peggy loved him too and went in with him all the time, even though he was as tall as she is. She is such an animal lover....you know what they say about apples? Well she is the third generation to fall from that tree..
Sadly I don't see him being replaced by any other bird as sweet as he was, although they have plenty of other turkeys.
And....winter is here. Lots of snow up by Buffalo. I planted a batch of Dutch iris, alliums and some other things, the name of which I cannot for the life of me remember, but they look like skinny hyacinths, yesterday though. The kids found them in the discount bin and perhaps because it is December they were discounted heavily indeed. But, hey, why not? It isn't any colder right now than many late Octobers have been and I wouldn't hesitate to plant then. And at that price, if they freeze they freeze.
If they don't they will have to be moved though, as I stuck them in the garlic bed. My flower patch is so full of bulbs that when I planted tulips during the more traditional season I dug up as many as I put in. Don't want to risk that this late in the year.
Anyhow, happy shopping and all that. We are for the most part done...I guess....
However we aren't having much fun, whine, whine, whine, because our boy is stuck out on the road working. And what is a weekend without Alan? A weekday, that's what. And prolly a Monday at that.