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or my shoulder, Jayne and Marilyn (the
Gold Sexlink duo), Georgia and Teddy
(the pair of Speckled Sussex) Polka and
Dotty (Silver laced Wyandotte) to name a
few; the crazy thing is they had distinctly
different personalities!
Was there something wrong with me?
Even if I had a rough day, going to see the
chickens was sure to bring a smile to my face.
Had I gone mad? Apparently not, according to
what happened next. I began to discover there
are others just like me right here in Montecito.
It seemed everyone we met either had a
few hens or knew someone who did. The
excitement grew! People wanted to show
us their hens and their coops. There are
chicken lovers out there that I had never noticed
before. One of the most amazing stories was of the
woman up on Coyote Road who lost her home in the Tea
Fire, but somehow (and miraculously) the firefighters had saved her
chickens by covering the coop in fire foam. Her chickens survived the
Tea Fire unscathed.
But, I have meandered off the
path, or have I? In fact, what began
as a quest for the best eggs and thus
the best fresh pasta on earth, ended in
a kooky form of entertainment, loads
of fun, companionship, preservation
of the gene pool for future generations
and yes, the best eggs on earth and
some really great pasta.
“The reason the Yankees never lay an egg is because
they don’t operate on chicken feed” – Dan Parker
“Grasshopper always wrong in argument with chicken”
– Book of Chan