Last night for dinner we scrambled some eggs from our friends’ duck Olive. We mixed in some fresh tomatoes, pesto, and buffalo mozzarella. We are blessed in the pacific northwest to be surrounded by local farms, but this was the first time I’ve ever eaten eggs from someone I know.

To be honest, I was a little uneasy getting ready to crack them. It made me kind of squeamish to think of them coming from the body of a living creature whose face I had seen. But once they were in the bowl, they just looked like big chicken eggs. I was actually surprised that what I think of as fairly different kinds of birds have such similar eggs. I wonder what unfertilized robin, crow, and hummingbird eggs look like inside.

Anyway, I’ve been wanting to shift my diet more toward locally produced foods, so I was happy to make that connection. Also, Olive’s caretaker asked for the shells back because she eats them, so one less thing in the waste stream. (Our local trash company just started accepting food scraps in with the yard debris bins, but they only take produce, no animal products.)

I’ve also been enjoying lots of fresh local berries picked by friends, and thinking about trying out some preserving this year. Summer’s going by quickly though…