“Perhaps a butterfly is proof that you can go through a great deal of
darkness yet becomes something beautiful.” ~ Toby Mac
I got a special delivery from my old friend Jill LeMaster. She started raising hens a few months ago up in Morgan County, and today sent down a dozen eggs by mom and dad. I never figured eggs to be beautiful, but these eggs are beautiful to me. Jill and I had a long talk last night about chickens and eggs (the question still remains which came first). For instance, the greenish eggs are laid by her Bantam hens. The big brown eggs by her Golden Comets. Jill said she doesn’t wash them because they’re laid with a protective coating on them called a ‘bloom’. The bloom prevents bacterial growth as long as it’s attached. Washing off the dirt also washes off the bloom which can then introduce bacteria once you crack it open. She shared lots of other interesting chicken facts, but “Don’t get me started on chicken shit!” she exclaimed. Thank you, Jill. Thank you for the eggs, and thank you for making your way in this world in truly remarkable ways. You’re my inspiration.