"There’s no shadow without a light
No shallow without a height
No love without a fight"
 
Half of this is frosted grass, minus 3-4 degrees at the farm at night.
The moment the sun shines, the grass becomes luscious once again.
 
Here we all are, like the chicken, caught between frost and warmth. Between shadow and light.
 
The yin-yang of winter mornings at the farm.
 
#frost #winter #yinyang #pasturedeggs #grass #frostedgrass #free #
 
--from the poem "Soft Shadows" by Natasha Turner

"Daily the low sun warms [us]
in a late love that is sweeter
than summer."
 
The flood of autumn colours: while picking some eggs in the autumn low sun, the chickens came to check on me, then the dog came to check on the chickens.
 
We all stretched and enjoyed the low sun glow love.
 
#lowsun #warmautumn #autumncolour #pastured #pasturedeggs #eggs #farmlife  #autumnleaves #leavesandeggs
 
--quote from the poem "Plums" by Gillian Clarke, with modification by Hilltops eggs farm

Did you know: the flower of Agapanthus is actually nice brown eggs  :)

Instead of the beautiful blue of the African Lilies we have around the house, we found among their green leaves hidden brown eggs The culprit was also captured in the photoshoot, can you spot her in the second photo below?
#freetoroam #chickens #newflower #eggs #pastured #green #hidden #agapanthus #africanlily #fromthegarden #findthechicken

“I will be the gladdest thing
    Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
    And not pick one.
 
I will look at cliffs and clouds
    With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
    And the grass rise.
 
And when lights begin to show
    Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
    And then start down!”
 
#afternoon #onthefarm #rainbow #pasturedeggs #cleanair #hill #autumnsky
-- from the poem “Afternoon on a Hill” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The ‘kids’ are yawning and scratching, ready for bedtime. The last sliver of sunshine for the day, and all the animals are accounted for! 😃simple bliss.
#sunset #farm #pastured #animal #love #pasturedeggs

"There’s rain in my brain,
A pitter patter on the old grey matter,
[Chooks] and dogs in the cerebral cogs,
A shower dampening my mental power.
 
There’s precipitation in my imagination,
A cloud collision in my vision,
A deluge in my centrifuge,
A tidal surge has overwhelmed my optimistic urge,
 
A tsunami is rampaging through my spiritual harmony,
A lighting strobe just struck my frontal lobe.
There’s a vortex in my cortex,
An eddy in my heady,
 
A blizzard in my gizzard,
Hail in my vapour trail,
Sleet on my feet,
Snow on my big toe
Making me feel low.
 
I’ll pop a pill and rest my head
Upon a bed of feather
And when I wake I’m hoping
For bright eyes and better weather."
 
--- from the poem "Meteorological Migraine" by Alex Frankel
#rainyday #chooks #wet #eggs #pastured #farmlife #laninaweather #farm #rainyweather

“Four be the things I’d been better without:Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.”

And so would the chickens - full of curiosity - and love of all things for pecking - around our house.

— from the poem “Inventory” by Dorothy Parker
#curious #chicken #pasturedeggs #freetoroam #eggs #everywhere

That’s because the crops are above ute height, the rain was blissful yesterday, and the sun is giving just the right amount of warmth caress!
#summer #pasture #eggs #cantseechickens #crops #farmlife

Salad time for everyone! #grass #maremma #pasturedeggs #summer #eatinggrass #pasture