My Dad got me an egg basket last year after we got our chickens...I would just like to say...thanks, Daddy! Everytime we go to get eggs, I think about my Pops, smile, and know that I am loved...
ok, so, notice the dirty eggs... they are what they are and that is ok...eggs aren't perfect, so don't judge them from the outside ... well,for that matter, people too!! 
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