Okay… so I have this weird chicken guilt thing where I feel like I have to toss my gals some kind of treat before I collect their eggs. Otherwise I’m this heartless egg poacher that only takes takes takes – and never gives back.
It’s a small thing, but important to me that we are trading each time, a happy cycle where we are each getting something we want. I hope that wherever I go, whatever I do, I can leave something good behind.
Silly, I know. All this from collecting 4 eggs on a Sunday. So what are your weird chickening quirks or superstitions? I know you got ’em!
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