What is real

They destroyed my freshly planted mums yesterday. That is the price that I pay for having the girls roam fancy free every afternoon. Our beloved little hens just started laying in earnest last week. Although two are still holding back.
Egg yumminess in the morning is what my growing boys love. Yesterday I took a dozen to our early morning seminary. The beautiful wife of Quayde's teacher makes breakfast every morning for those hungry teens.
This morning she asked with much wonder, "Why are your homemade eggs so much brighter?"
Smiling, I explained and at the same time I was a little sad that she had never had eggs from wild, crazy happy hen before.

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