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My son, would be proud of me when I, the city girl, entered the chicken coop with the new rooster with HUGE spurs to retreive my very first eggs. You see, my son "e" has ventured into raising chickens. As long as we get farm fresh eggs I'm okay with it. As "e" is getting closer to leaving for his x-country bicycle trip I'm going to have to get used to gathering my own eggs, I think I can do that; especially with my newly thrifted red Bass rubber clogs and my vintage egg gathering basket. 
2 comments:
what a beautiful photo and lovely blog.
That basket is beautiful! Much nicer than carrying eggs in your shirt. (which, ahem, is what I do)
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