Scribble Picnic - Chicken

I definitely don't eat chicken - or any meat or poultry - but I do enjoy
 a freshly laid hen's egg now and then! 

Softly boiled, served in an egg cup with crunchy 'toast soldiers' for 
dipping, in the English childhood nursery classic way.
 Michael you know where I'm coming from . . . . . . . it's my favorite breakfast.

On a run out into the countryside on Sunday afternoon to gather 
some pumpkins, I also tried to find a sign by the road saying 
'Fresh Eggs for Sale'. . . . . . sadly nothing appeared.
Sometimes I think of getting a chicken coop but, with our visiting foxes
it's not a good idea!

Pop over to Michael's SCRIBBLE PICNIC today - our prompt is Chicken

and I'm hoping our creative scribbling group will come up with some 

interesting chicken art . . . . . and perhaps stories of chickens they've known!