I woke up crabby. We had at least six inches of snow overnight. I rolled out of bed and headed out on hopefully my final date with the snow blower and shovel for this season. Spring is taking its sweet time on arriving. I came in cold, wet and hungry. The bowl of chicken eggs on the counter was calling me- breakfast time! I am always cheered up by a good fried egg sandwich. Even the simplest things quickly turn my mood around. Thank you chickens!