I met my neighbour R yesterday for the first time.
Lots of people pass our house as they drive out or go on their daily walk to the shops, but beyond waving hello, I haven't actually had one-on-one conversations with many of them.
"Have you got a little one?" he enquired, after we'd done the introductions.
R started talking about the chooks (chickens) he keeps in his backyard, how you can tell the quality of free range eggs by comparing the colour of the yolk with that in regular eggs, what he feeds his chooks, and how his chooks lay so many eggs he sells the excess to the neighbours.
Apparently, the ex-owners of the house we live in bought eggs from him too.
"I'll let you have some to try for free," he offered. "You like them, you can buy from me. $3 for a dozen. Better than supermarket eggs. They feed their chooks pellets."
Last night, as we got home from picking J up at daycare, I found a carton of eggs outside my door. Some were pure white.
Haven't seen R today, but I might take the girls around to say hi and thank you later.
And to place a weekly order for a dozen fresh free range eggs.
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