Hen Morning

“Long time no see.” Sam grinned, opening a shiny Land Rover door. “Hop in.“ Jealousy bubbled. We bumped down a track to a long silver hangar, ominous in the early morning mist. Just inside were pallets loaded with blue trays, each containing thirty pristine brown eggs. Sam guessed my thoughts. “750 dozen per pallet!” We … Continue reading Hen Morning