My next door neighbour Pat, a lovely man, keeps a variety of poultry. He has a rooster that is quite lively in the mornings and I joke with the locals that I get woken up every morning by Pat O'Leary's cock. I am hilarious. Really.
This morning another bag appeared tied to a fence post at the end of the garden containing a variety of eggs. Fantastic. But my eldest son (7) thinks this is very unfair. He thinks we should be paying Pat for the eggs (obviously Pat doesn't think this). I suggested we make him a cake but he thinks this is stupid. He really thinks we should just give him money.
Later I found Oisin (my son) dressed as a spy coming up the garden - he had sneaked into Pats garden and posted 27 cents through his letter box. He has an amazing sense of fairness (and a crap sense of value!!).
They are supposed to be great for baking but to be honest I can't see beyond poaching them.