Or maybe, storm egg would be a better title, wind eggs we’ve covered before.
Who knows, if it was the 80mph winds we had here last night; but something upset one of the chickens.
I suppose I’m going to have to get used to thinking, ‘I’ll tell Mum about that’ and then feeling the stark realisation that I can’t, tell her anything anymore.
In the distracted, absent minded way of the recently bereaved, today I tried to put chocolate sauce on my fried egg, instead of brown sauce. Sigh.