It was exciting to realize that there were two places in our village where we can find truly local eggs. While not exactly around the corner, this small farm near Vlietland has an honor system for buying eggs. Oddly enough, now that we hardly ever use cash, it’s not as easy to find the exact change needed to buy eggs.
The chickens were quite excited to see us, but likely disappointed when we didn’t feed them.
Closer to home, the Van der Valk Hotel, just a few blocks down the street, expanded their farm. In May, they started selling eggs from their chickens that occupied an empty back lot of their property.
They were also excited to see me and likely disappointed that I merely was there to pose with some of their eggs.
Over the summer, their coop was moved to a grassy field near the new pancake restaurant and ice cream shop that sold their eggs.
By September, they shared their paddock with some sheep.
It was so nice to see sheep and chickens living together peacefully.
Kati didn’t know quite what to make of it all.
In October, Jimmy was very excited to spot a few eggs laid in a hole...
…just hidden enough to be safe from being crushed by the sheep. Sadly, in December, after seeing no chickens in the field, we learned that they had finished their useful years of egg laying and had been made into chicken soup—a harsh reminder of the reality of farm life.