On Christmas Day our easter egger, Claire, laid her first egg. It's a perfect green gem on a perfect day. She will continue to lay this prefect sage green colored egg for her whole life. I like that. The photo above shows Claire's little egg amongst Kate's lovely brown eggs laid every day like clockwork. That's a good chicken.
My friend Meredith haz my mug.
There, in a little perfect pile of straw insider her Eglu nest box was an egg. Expected but still a surprise, it felt like a gift. Chickens are genius little creatures.
This is a little gallows humor that I whipped up and sent to Scott Kurtz and my friends at Penny Arcade when we all knew that Aeofel was dead, but couldn't tell anyone else in the world.
This is the closest I've gotten to the place Guinness is born.
My friend Rosie took this picture, and I love it.
Seriously.
It's always funny to pull up to a valet and tell them about the electric mini and it's weird braking thing and fast acceleration. They nod as if, yeah whatever I can drive, dude, and then get in the car. There's usually a bit of a jolt and jerk as they park but when they get out of the car they're just beaming. This valet at Cafe De Solar just beams now when we pull up. He's got it down.
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