Last night we went on a walk taking the path we normally run on. Toward the end of the trail is a chicken farm that sells fresh eggs. I’ve always wanted to buy eggs from there but never think about it until I’m out running and have no cash on me (or a desire to run home with a dozen eggs in hand).
All that aside, we usually stop there to let Parker say hello to the cock-a-doodle-doos. Here is last night’s encounter with the roosters: