We did try to set up a visit with John of Rancho Relaxzo, but our timing was bad and we got rained out. He turned us on to a cute little farmer's market though, where a few brave souls sat in the downpour to peddle their wares. There were only about seven booths, but we bought from four of them, so the concentration of good stuff was high. We came away with some black raspberries, green beans, dehydrated banana/cacao snacks, homemade chili vinegar, and a couple of nifty found-object pendants.
Anyway, we're home now, and have commenced the work of checking on everything that's happened while we were gone and getting back into the swing of things.
Manflesh was very excited to get back to his chickens, since our house sitters had reported that production was up since we left. It's hard to find someone who wants to live in the middle of nowhere for two weeks, so they were only coming out here every few days. As a result, we knew there should be a sizable haul waiting for us.
Still, we weren't quite prepared for this:
|That's 32 eggs. I'll tell you so you don't have to count.|
But then, there was also this:
And a couple of jokers opted for something like this:
|Sure... just put that anywhere.|
Final tally: Four dozen eggs! And Manflesh brought in another seven throughout the day today. I guess the ladies are feeling the effects of our slowly increasing daylight.