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Your post really brings back memories. We lived on a dairy farm. You haven't tasted milk until you have fresh from the milking machine. We always had fresh milk, and cream. Homemade butter was a real treat.

The neighbors raised the chickens and another neighbor raised lambs and pigs. The food at carryins was awesome.

Thanks for the kind words! Glad you liked your eggs, but just wait 'til you taste the chicken!
Be well,
Dave H.

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