We're getting almost a dozen eggs a day now. Some are light brown, some are dark and some look as though they've been breached.

There's nothing like fresh eggs but there's no way we can eat that many, so we share. We give them to family, friends, and others. Jilda's sister Nell has more chickens than we do. She has a fridge on her carport and every other week, she calls Jimmie Hale Mission which is a place that provides hot meals and a temporary bed for homeless men.

While we won't have enough for them to make a special trip from Birmingham to our house, we talked about taking excess eggs to Nell's house to add them to what she gives them.

The thing about fresh eggs, they are not like what you get at the supermarket. When you crack them open, they are much richer. The color is different. And yes, there might be a little poop on the shell. That happens. If it's bad, I wash the eggs, but if not I leave it. I think everyone should know where eggs come from.

There is something rewarding about being closer to the source of your food.

O.K., I'm rambling. It's time for hot tea and a pillow.