Easter Puppy

I don't know if it's the added nutrition, or just feeling springtime in the air, but Dogwin is up to his old egg-hiding tricks.














Luckily, I noticed it before I sat down on the couch.

He also hides treats for the kids.















I'm sure it doesn't help that I introduced him to the wonders of farm fresh eggs. Shut up, it's good for him. Or maybe it's because we keep his toys in an old egg basket? Hard to say. All I know is if we leave a basket full of eggs within doggie reach, we come home to presents hidden just about everywhere. Is he saving them for later, or are they little gifts for us? it's probable he's just bored. Or trying to mess with me. But I think he's going to save me a lot of trouble this Saturday night, when I leave my colored eggs in a basket on the floor and go to sleep.

Here comes the eggs again

"Hon! come look at this one!  Look at that color!"  My husband is obsessed with the eggs. Almost as obsessed as I am with my after-school dog walk (I've been known to literally step over dog puke on my way out the door.) 
But who can blame the guy?  We decided against artifically lighting them this year, and our ladies are a few years old, so they stopped laying all together in late fall.  But in mid-January, they started up again.  They aren't quite at full production yet, but what they lack in quantity they are making up for in perky, bright orange-yolked amazingness.  Oh, they are beautiful. 
I asked the hen whisperers if eggs are really better quality after the hens have had a rest, and the answer is sadly, but believably, no.  They are the same old eggs we were getting before they took their break. (Maybe the shells are a bit thicker than during full production, when they can't take in enough calcium to keep up with the daily egg production.) It is just that we've missed them so.  And it seems like a little sign of spring, proof that the days really are getting longer.