Driving up to the farmhouse on a late winter's afternoon, the cows were plodding back to the paddock after milking and the dogs, after initial alerting barks, boisterously friendly and cuddly.
The chooks were glossily pecking around the yard, so many colours and types. I shouldn't be surprised, then, that the eggs were charming, too.
Palest brown shells and palest green shells. Like sugared almonds in a box. Delicious poached on toast, too.