Today is my friend Jan's birthday. We're going to celebrate with a sushi dinner and a little mini luau/fire party at their house - that means throwing a bunch of logs in a barrel on the back patio.
Jan's house is where I get my eggs. They have a small property in the woods in Hampton Bays where they keep goats and chickens, mainly as pets. Now, I've talked about the farming tradition out here, but this is still a little unusual. There are plenty of working farms (that have not yet been sold and turned into subdivisions) but I don't think there are many residences that are trying to turn back into farms.
I've never touched a live chicken before. They are very soft.
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