A Shared Lunch

For his last birthday, Matěj asked for a flock of hens. Quite soon it’s going to be a year since five quirky chicken captured our plot (and its nearby surroundings). For some time we’ve used to naively believe that as long as we are providing them with our leftovers mostly consisting of organic food, they would give us some nicely organic eggs in return. Well, not that it would make any difference to the end product (at least any difference one could notice by any thinkable sense), though, they’re not. First observations came quite along the first eggs short after these young ladies arrived. The food we kept bringing from our household merely saturated one fifth of their daily overall consumption. The hens would spent a vast majority of their daytime digging and dining all around the gardens, along roads and pavements and pretty much anywhere we would unlikely pick a single straw of hay for them to eat.

Slowly we’ve started to ask ourselves ever more urgent questions like “What kind of salt is used during the winter to avoid the icing on the road?” and “How much of that would residue around the road for the rest of the season?”, etc. All that until recently, when Klara caught the leader of our henny poop-squad doing something considerably worse. They’re eating the cat crap-food? Well, they were not only eating it, they fought the cats over the flavoured and coloured ash, people (and us) would usually give to their purring friends. So much for the organic resources.

This story offers a very interesting finding regarding Organic Eggs: There is no chance, you will obtain an organic egg from a free range hen. Not until you’d create a virtually endless and completely organic environment (including insects, dirt, sand and earthworms).

Anyway, our eggs are more then awesomely delicious. Ask anyone or stop by to have some. ;)

A Shared Lunch - with Kryšpín III. & Růžena I., Tehov, 2014/02

A Shared Lunch – with Kryšpín III. & Růžena I., Tehov, 2014/02




An agricultural machine of a not very obvious purpose.

An agricultural machine of a not very obvious purpose. Shot in Boulder, CO

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