Last year's spring goslings are now geese and occasionally a behemoth of an egg is found tucked in an out of the way place, behind a hay bale, in a pile of leaves along the woodline, or tucked in a clump of weeds. Every day is an Easter egg hunt on a farm with ranging poultry. They felt like they needed a special dish. At least for the first few eggs, f…
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