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The Golden Egg that was laid by the Goose

Last year we attempted to raise ducks and geese as meat birds. The raising of them went very well. The plucking of them…not so much. We decided to stick with chickens and turkeys.

So all winter we have had a gaggle of geese and a raft of ducks roaming the farm. Well, at least we did until a couple of weeks ago when we were visited by a band of coyotes and were left with one goose and three ducks.

Other than the fact that they poop everywhere, they’ve been kinda fun to have around.

But most fun of all is the pretty white gifts they leave for us every morning in the driveway. Every day we pick up two duck eggs and one goose egg. Yesterday, Ryan saw the eggs in the fridge and got a hankerin’ for deviled eggs. Why this child who has no concept of time thought that it would be a good idea for him to boil a bunch of eggs without any adult input, is beyond me. But he did. With no timer. Never looking at a clock.

When I got home, I asked how long they had been cooking. “About 10 minute” he said. So I set the timer for 5 more minutes and hoped for the best.

And got the worst. His 10 minutes appear to have equated to 2 real-time minutes. They were barely soft boiled. Fine for eating, bad for deviling.

Lucky for us, however, he had used the last few eggs from a carton of store eggs I got before the birds started leaving us white ovals of deliciousness. So not a huge loss there.

But the whole episode left Paul with a hankering for deviled eggs. So tonight, I made deviled eggs.

From goose eggs.

And they were golden.