Today while shelling boiled eggs my karma crossed that of a particularly troubled shell–the tiny jagged edge jabbed into my skin and drew blood. Of course, perhaps I’ve got it all wrong and this signifies my initiation into the brotherhood of chickens.
The ferrets have dug their way under our attic door, removing the troublesome carpet and pad (quite new!) which used to block their way, and carved out a cozy niche for themselves amongst the Christmas decor. Let me know the next time you’re tearing out old carpet and I’ll send them your way.
While I’ll never have the money to buy this lovely specimen of native silver (shown first in the silver room), the hope still remains that no one else has the cash, either, and it will stay forever online where I can oogle it daily.
