Hey, little Jen, when, when when…

About this time of year, our nextdoor neighbour's hens go into a mid-winter sulk, and our regular supply of ultra-low food miles, organic, freerange eggs dries up.

As luck would have it, last Saturday, Jen's mum had half a dozen spare eggs from her nextdoor neighbour's pullets, which she let us have.

"Does this mean we've been given a pullet surprise?" I asked Jen.

Jen looked at me blankly.

"Pullet surprise!" I repeated. "Geddit? I thought it was a pretty clever, spontaneous joke."

"So did I the last time you made it," said Jen.


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