I've got to stop eating eggs, or get my own backyard chickens? Wee baby boy chick about to plummet into a grinder.
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2 comments:
we totally gave up eating eggs. After i found out that 'free range' just means that they have a certain amount of space and doesn't actualy mean they even get to go outside! Buying certified is just too expensive. So we gave up, after standing infron to fht eegg section with puzzled expressions for about 10 minutes.
Not cool indeed!
This photo is so heartbreaking. God, why DO i eat eggs?!
On a happier note, I do love your blog :)
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