At long last, the goods I’ve been waiting for since last September have arrived: two pastel-coloured eggs from my little Araucana hens, Audrey (pictured) and Mabel. I made a real fuss of them on discovering these thrilling gifts and Audrey especially enjoyed a good stroke of her white feathers (still as unfeasibly soft and silky as the day she first acquired them), waddling about the run, her little pom-pom head bobbing about.
While I’m delighted with any offering from our beloved chickens, it’s these that have the eggs factor! I like to think that one day I’ll take the shells to a DIY store to be reproduced in a paint colour. Till then I’ll enjoy arranging them in a bowl on the kitchen table and, at the weekend, make the best breakfasts James and I have ever eaten; poached and sandwiched in a toasted English muffin, there’s nothing better. I also take great pleasure in lining up all the eggs from our flock on the worksurface to display the subtle differences in their shades.
There is a huge sense of satisfaction to be had from popping a blue or pale khaki Araucana edition – or a snowy-hued one from our hardworking and high-yielding White Star hybrids – in a box for my customers, who I know covet them just as much as I do.
Anyone else take such simple pleasures from a certain type of egg?