Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
Saturday, July 9, 2011
The girls have been doing a good job. Ever since the surprise earlier-than-expected start to their laying, followed by the discovery of a hen sitting on nine eggs, our four chooks have generally been providing an egg a day, sometimes two, sometimes four, sometimes none. The yolks are not all as yellow as I'd like yet, but the eggs are fresh and tasty, mostly around the 60g mark, and brown and speckled, just as Barnevelder eggs should be. This one is sitting in a Huon Pine egg cup given to us by an old friend of David's years ago. She must have known something. Eventually we brought it back to Tassie.
Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.