I grew up on a farm in North Carolina. We had pretty much “organic” by today’s standards and didn’t know what that meant…. we just grew our own food cause all Farms in the area did just that. We had chickens, cows, pigs, gardens for flowers and food, pets like dogs, cats, guinea pigs, hamsters, ducks, little chicks and horses for farming which I tried to ride…but that’s another story on another day. (I was known as a little Rebel right out of the shoot… and pretty hard to tame I reckon as the story goes.)
One of my all time favorite things though has always been Eggs! I love them any way you want to fix them. And just about every time I eat an egg, I think of my Grandpa telling me about the wooden eggs he whittled to keep the fox out of the hen house… I always was soooo fascinated that the fox would steal the wooden egg thinking it was real… Well Grandpa said the hens had to sit on it to keep it warm to fool him I guess. Anyway, must have been about 4 or 5 at the time and funny how some memories last a life time and remain as pleasant and fascinating as they did at that very moment!
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