Baldur

Bob the blacksmith also slipped a carton of pale blue-green eggs from his chickens into my refrigerator, I found those the next day

marius

Okay - figured out "he hate me" [the words don't show up in thumbnail pic) but also did not figure it out. : )

However, your menu for the get together sounds great. We're having folks over for the first annual BLT lunch. Fresh garden tomatoes, homemade bread, make your own sandwich ... yum yum. Someone's bringing dessert, and who knows what else.

Glad Baldur radio is back on air with regular host.

Baldur

Most of our friends were gone by 11pm.
Oddly only 2 guests ended up spending the night, a more usual total would be a dozen.
As a result breakfast was easier than anticipated;
Coffee, juice, scrambled eggs, sausage patties, toast, butter and jam.

Baldur

The last guest stayed all through Sunday and left after breakfast on Monday. He headed straight to Foxwoods Casino in Connecticut where he had reserved a room.

But back to Sunday.
My youngest sister called while we were getting the place back in order.
She and her husband had rented a summer house for the week down in the town of Jerusalem.
Yes, there is a Jerusalem, RI, it's right next to Galilee, RI.
My sister wanted to invite us down for a day.
Baldur and his family are not all that close.
However there are only so many times one can get away with declining invitations.
I needed to determine when the other family members would be heading down to Jerusalem and schedule a time when no others would be there.
It's better that way

marius

Sounds like a grand time and yummy breakfast too.

Hope fall comes early for you since you're looking forward to it and late for me since I never want winter to come. Never. Well, about a month of it would be okay. Are you planning a football season party too?

Will check answer tomorrow - dreamland is calling early tonight!

Baldur

Then I needed to contact my sister and ascertain that Robert was also invited. The message she left was ambiguous in its pronouns.
All has gone well so far, Robert and I will arrive for a visit early tomorrow afternoon.

Baldur

Baldur is not a beach person, nor a summer person.
If I were to ever rent beachfront property it would be in the very furthest off-season. The shore in Winter is marvelous.

In the past Baldur has thrown Superbowl parties which were well attended because of the food, not the game. Few of my friends have any interest in football.

sheftali52

Enjoyed the tales of the latest festivities at Chez Baldur. Was intrigued by the blue-green eggs left in Baldur's refrigerator. Years ago, while visiting my sister in Hawaii, she said she had chickens that laid green eggs. Being uninformed at that time, Sheftali said, "Yeah, right." So my sister trotted me out to the chicken coop and showed me the green eggs out there. And I saw many more on that visit, so I became a true believer. The eggs were quite good. Since that time, I've seen blue eggs as well. Mother Nature has quite the palette.

Dragon

Marius and I would get along well about the seasons. I have long been convinced that I am actually a Mexican trapped in a Canadian body. I would love to live in a country where they laugh at you when you describe frozen water falling from the sky. Alas, my fella loves winter sports and my wretched Canadian body suffers from heat rash when it's too hot. There are times when I can feel my inner Mexican crying.

marius

Ah Dragon - If reincarnation turns out to be true, then I was a tropical resident in nearly ALL of my past lives .... lol! : ) The spouse is of like mind and it isn't beaches we are after - it's growing things. Fresh veggies, fresh fruit, aromatic flowers, the smell of the earth after warm rain - it's like I can't get enough of it and it's always been this way. So I understand your inner Mexican crying. (smiles here)

marius

And Sheftali52, I had a neighbor who used to give me green eggs. He explained the eggshell color was caused by the "natural things" his free roaming chickens ate. Never saw blue, but there were wild varities of greens, browns... some quite pretty, others almost putrid in color. The taste was fine but the color always unnerved a bit.

marius

Baldur - wishing you a good visit with your sister. There are ten in my family and we've not gotten together as a group in 27 years: someone is always mad at someone. But, amazing things do happen. I am now finding closeness with my worst tormentor sibling. Took 50 years, but we finally both wanted the same thing I guess. My point? The impossible IS possible. Hope you and Robert have a decent time one way or the other today. : )

Qsilv

Araucana hens lay blue eggs, and the color goes clear through the shell instead of just lying on the surface as brown color does.

In the US there are Araucana variants called Americaunas, whose egg colors range widely.

Pheasant eggs range from brown through olive green to blue to almost white. About the size of ordinary small chicken eggs but a bit pointier at the sharp end, they're very pretty and perfectly tasty.

Login

Thanks for that, Qsilv ... and you brought back memories of pheasants nests that I saw as a child. We would walk across the meadows and accidentally flush out pheasants, sitting on their nests on open ground. They are very prettily coloured eggs but I've never eaten one.

marius

Saw many eggs as an avid birder although never a shell that was blue inside and out. Sounds beautiful.

Upon reflection, think it was the *neighbor* who unnerved more than his gift of green eggs. I was young, single and living alone in the country. All the neighbors were generous with gifts of food: pheasants, quail, dove, deer, fish, chicken, jams, jellies, fresh produce, desserts ... but they brought their gifts in the daytime. The neighbor with green eggs showed up at night, barging in through the door and staying way too long. THAT was unnerving. Second time he did this I had a hold on the door, told him evenings were not good and declined his gift of green eggs, saying I still had plenty left from before. He was furious. His wife visited the next day and told me how hurt her husband felt that I wouldn't let him visit in the evening. Um... ???

A few years later, the guy moved away and that was when the other neighbors said they thought I'd been having an affair with him! Why would they think THAT? They said, "You must be lonely living by yourself." Well, people sure get strange notions and I can say that cause I just discovered ... poor little green eggs got blamed for feelings stirred up by creepy man in bad marriage! You see - TD brings more to light than drawings! This is cracking me up!

marius

And Login - where did you live to find pheasant nests? Have stirred up turkeys from nests, but never pheasants. I have the strange notion that pheasants live in remote places FAR from humans.

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marius, pheasants are very, very common in the English countryside. I first came across them as a child, living in East Anglia. The ones 'laying' in the fields were wild but, sadly, they were also bred by game keepers for the landed gentry to shoot at ... it's called sport! However, the 'bag' was eaten ... distributed to the estate workers and to local shops. Nowadays, I live in Dorset, where pheasants are also very common.

Dragon

My friend in Calgary grew up in a house that backed onto Fish Creek Park, a huge park system that ran all throughout the south end of Calgary and featured lots of bike paths and picnic/cook out areas and even horseback riding. Anyway, they had pheasants all the time in their yard and along the back fence. I always remember hearing them calling out there and they sounded like a rusty door hinge to me.

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A very apt description of a pheasant call, Dragon.

marius

Wow! Have only seen pheasants at an 8,000 acre wildlife refuge, and even there they are rare. Love their call too - yes to rusty doorhinge.