It all began back in November with a seemingly innocent comment from my husband, John. It was during breakfast one Sunday morning that he said, "There's only one thing that could make this French toast even better and that's fresh eggs."
Now, this particular French toast had been lovingly prepared by John himself, using thick slices of my home-baked English muffin bread, and pure Irish butter made from grass-fed cows' milk. I agreed with him, because he was right—I never suspected a thing.
By the next week though, I began picking up tell-tale signs that John was in what I call his obsessive research mode. It seemed he was on the computer from the time he got home from work until the time he went to bed.
In our 31 years of marriage I've seen this behavior enough to know something was up, but I didn't know what. He kept it to himself for several days and then...there was more talk of fresh eggs...and I knew!
I knew we would be getting our very own chickens.
And so, a new blog is born to document our adventures in backyard chicken keeping and gardening. Welcome to Poultry Palace and Gardens. This should be fun!