Yesterday I dropped by the farm on my way home for eggs, but no luck. The chickens, due to the heat, had only laid three. So I paid up front for a dozen and a promised phone call from the farm when they were ready. They called me before noon and sure enough, when I arrived back at the farm, there were 12 butt nuggets in a box. Various sizes and colors but those little peckers had been busy for me, bless them. Unfortunately, a guy came in after me, also wanting eggs, but there were none to spare. I felt kind of special as I strutted back to the car, carrying my precious cargo, and stopped to say thanks to my cooperative cluckers.