Egg yolks and a horse

There was that one night when we had some friends over for dinner and we were telling them all the exciting new chicken news and that included the double yolkers. The hens were laying lots of egg that had double yolks. I will have to admit even I got a little excited about it. On a whim I got the carton off eggs out of the fridge and cracked an egg to see if it was a double and it was! I cracked another one and it was too! I cracked six eggs and they were all double yolkers!  Can you believe that? If I wasn't there I wouldn't believe it either, but I was, so I do.  And I have witnesses.

The next morning I get a phone call from our "neighbor" she was a friend from church who rented our little house from us. (Its great when you can pick your neighbors!) It sits a few hundred yards from our main house. Anyway, she calls and says, "There is a horse on my porch!" "Say what?" She said, "Yes, there is a horse on my porch." I walked over there, not without being followed by the stalking rooster. This rooster would follow us anytime we walked in the yard and when we would stop and look back at him he would stop really quick and look around like, what? I'm not following you... Start walking again and we'd hear his little feet going behind us. It was the funniest thing! Once I got to here place we figured a way to secure the horse, who was kinda spooked and called my husband. Later on a guy pulls up in the driveway. It was a neighbor down the road, it was his horse. He was riding the green broke horse and the horse got spooked and it threw him off. It took him a while to come looking for the horse because he was at the ER with a broken arm. He did not want the horse back and after a short chat with my husband we became the proud and not so proud, owners of a horse AND three goats! Why not. UGH. 

Huey the horse was sweet, we wanted to avoid broken arms so we never rode him but I did like to go and hang out with him a little and pet his head and bring him little treats. I became the treat lady to Huey, anytime I was outside he would "Nay" at me. I think when he saw me he saw a giant carrot. That's ok though, it was our thing. The goats were named Goat-e-o, Nellie and Nanny. Nanny? Real original, right? They were cute but just because I think so that does not make me a farm girl.

Jen=)