I always get a little thrill when I open an egg carton full of local eggs. There are so many shapes, sizes and colors that I’m half tempted to give them all names that suit their personalities. But I’m sure the chickens that laid them have their own names, maybe I should call the eggs by those names instead? I don’t know the chickens that laid these, but I feel like I do. There are two that are almost olive green and about 1/3 larger than their companions in there… and then there are the eggs with dark brown speckles 1/3 smaller than the other hen fruit. It’s so worth paying more for these hen fruits.