Egg Chunkin’

We don’t have kids and our nephews live a full days drive away.  So evenings and weekends are pretty much our own when we aren’t running to a chess tournament, or quiz bowl or some other school related activity.  When you’ve been married for 11 years, live in the country with 3 dogs, a cat and a bunch of chickens on two teachers salaries sometimes life just isn’t that exciting.  A re-run of Top Gear (British version, please) that we haven’t seen may very well be the highlight of the day.

Sometimes we have to find excitement and adventure in the simplest things.  It may be simple like a walk to the pond in the rain or a trek through 12 inches of snow to track where the dogs go when they disappear for hours on end.  Turns out they were going to a beaver pond over a mile away.  Some nights we may build a campfire in the fire pit and roast marshmallows or put on our own fireworks display and run screaming when the 9-shot rocket tips and shoots every direction but up.

City folks have the theatre, museums, comedy clubs and window shopping.  We have animal feedings, garden weeding and Internet shopping.  City folks have the sound of car horns, sirens and masses of people.  We have the sounds of dogs barking, coyotes howling and masses of peeper frogs.

As a teenager all I could think of was getting out of the country.  I imagined myself caught up in the night-life of Boston or some other electric city.  I never imagined I would travel halfway across the country only to wind up in the country again.  And now I can’t imagine myself anywhere else.

So when Richie and I invented the game of Egg Chunkin’ today, I couldn’t be more happy.  The game evolved from the necessary task of cleaning out the egg fridge.  After the farmer’s market closed for the year and before the chickens took a winter break from laying, we built up quite a collection of eggs in the fridge.  We sold some, traded with neighbors for some and gave away so many that people actually turned us away!  But after a nice break the girls are back to laying and we needed a place to store the new eggs.  We cooked up tons to feed to the animals, made quiches and ate eggs for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  Then it got to the point where the new eggs were coming in faster than the old eggs went out and it became necessary just to get rid of some.

This afternoon we loaded up some baskets with eggs and rode the 4-wheeler through the hayfield to the creek at the edge of the bottoms.  There we proceeded to chunk eggs trying to hit the creek.  We then realized that it was more fun to throw the eggs at trees where they would explode and the golden yolks would run down their trunks.  There will be some really happy and well fed wild animals tonight.

Richie enjoyed it so much he told me I should save him a dozen every now and then to throw at trees.  Well, Buddy, it’s market season and a dozen eggs is profit so I will happily give you a dozen but that will be $3.00 please!