farmer e

My dad is a wannabe farmer. He is "allowed" one herd/flock/gaggle/pack of whatever-animal-of-his-choosing per year. This year he chose chickens of the egg-laying variety, and currently has more eggs than he knows what to do with. Ryan and I stopped by today scored:

1. A dozen eggs (farm fresh!)
2. Homemade salsa (to die for)
3. Maple syrup (made from the trees out back)
4. Freshly pressed cider (that I promptly spiked)
5. Oak tree saplings (to plant at the in-laws and The Greens)
6. Walking stick (don't ask)

Gotta love Farmer E. 

:)