In case you don't follow my farm blog blahwg!, I'm talking about Mr J's chicken hobby. My other blog documented our journey with his chickens. In April, we became caretakers of seventy-five day-old chicks! Now we sell eggs. (For the record, birds are dirty, nasty animals. I do not share his love of chickens. However, I am a farmer's wife, for better or for worse...)
Yesterday, I rode with Mr J to the local feed store to pick up 250 generic egg cartons. So I spent the evening coming up with designs to his liking for the 250 cartons. Between you and me, I think an agent is easier to please. But now, here I sit with a stack of approved labels to cut and apply.
Crooked Creek Farm
Liz, if you can hear me, I'll be there soon...