Simple and Easy

Thursdays are big days in our house.  For me, it's Super C Day.  For the LOML it's late night shopping so an 8pm finish at the shop (better than 9pm at the other shopping centres.  And don't even get me started on the waste of time that is late night shopping especially when we now have 7 day trading - that's a whole other rant!).

So on big days like this the last thing I feel like doing when I get home after 8 is cook dinner.  And the last thing both the LOML and I feel like eating is a big meal.  It's midnight before we've wound down enough to sleep as it is.

That's why on Thursdays, we have this.....

....eggs and spaghetti on toast.  Ripper.  Ready in about 8 minutes (I have it down pat), consumed in 2!  

Tonight, being Thursday night, was no exception.  Eggs and spaghetti on toast.  And look at what I scored - a double yolker!  The LOML got one as well! These eggs are from a friend of a friend since our girls are holding out on us.

I always feel like a winner when I crack a double yolker.  One time I got some eggs from the Sunday markets - 10 (big) eggs in the carton, 9 of them double yolkers, 1 triple.  I've never seen a triple yolker and doubt I ever will again!  They tasted delish too!

I love eggs. 

The chook who clucked 'wolf'

Every morning my chickens, like most chickens I'm sure, announce to the world that they've laid an egg.

A loud cacaphony of clucks and brawks that really lets a person know how great they are for what they've accomplished.

This morning was no exception. 

From the sound level, and the length of time it went on for, I was expecting great things.  Will I need to make an immediate call to the Guinness World Records people announcing the arrival of the World's Biggest Egg?  Should I take photos and email them to all the national newspapers?  Or would I be best to keep it a secret for now and see if I can make some dosh on the blackmarket?  My goodness, where to start!

So I went down to check it out. 

............

The egg on the right is what I found....

Normal egg....vs.....today's egg

I must admit to being a little ticked off - all that noise? and for that?  You're joking me!

Don't get me wrong, if I had to be squeezing something that size from my nether regions every other day I'd be announcing my success loudly and proudly to the world each time as well, but really....

Moral to this story - keep your expectations low so you won't be disappointed.

I went into the world today, and this is what I saw....

My passionfruit vine FINALLY starting to fruit....

Zucchini seedlings popping out....

Three little gifts from my girls....

Mmmmmm.....strawberries!

A delish cucumber, making an appearance seemingly overnight.....

.......what a wonderful world to wander in...

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In this photo - Whitey, Blackie, Crazy & a red one (?)

I have six chickens. They have fun personalities with a few ideosyncracies thrown in for good measure. 

Their names are Big Red (she's the boss), Little Red (she's not), Medium Red (she's in the middle), Blackie (she's the black one), Whitey (she's the white one) and Crazy (she's the little bantam-cross who is the bottom of the pecking order.  And she's crazy). 



 Crazy is crazy - there is no other word for it.  She is very skittish and will take off like a rocket if you even so much as look at her.  She's also the most vocal and is guaranteed to be the one cackling like a....crazy chicken....at six in the morning after laying an egg.  She's also the only one of all six to reliably lay an egg every day (I can tell, hers are smaller than the others').  She's also the only one to get clucky every now and then and find herself in chook jail (so named by my nephew and niece) - the isolation pen without the nesting box.

Big Red is the boss hen.  She'll stand on your feet as you enter the pen, she'll take on my mum's mini foxy if he gets too close and she'll follow me around when they're allowed out of their pen.  She's also the most docile and is happy to be picked up and petted.

The rest are individuals in themselves but Crazy and Big Red stand out from the crowd.

The love of my life says that we actually have seven chooks.  But I am the only one allowed inside the house.  Needless to say, I didn't find that one very funny.

I will understand if he sleeps on the couch.
:)