The last day of the year is upon us. No daily calendar pages or ticker tape fell from the windows in the financial district and the market closed down a percentage point in its last session. What a year it's been...in many respects. Twenty miles north of the financial hub in San Francisco the year ended on a positive note. On the Farm, the hens celebrate each new egg with song ... today, a chorus of six. (Actually, each earns the spotlight with a solo.) Today's performance was a first!
I marvel at the differences in the shapes, coloration, and of course, the almighty weight. Not one is alike. Sixpack offers a view of the variations. And, yes, that is an egg posing as a cork on the neck of the bordeaux bottle. The question of the day is do you suppose that small egg, the size of a robin's, is the end of a laying season for one hen or the start? This is the first day that six eggs have been laid, but that doesn't mean that all six weren't laying regularly, just not daily. (This sounds like the framework for one of those dreaded math word problems.)
Stand by for more news in 2010 as we answer the question of the day.
Break out the champagne!
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