My Mom and Dad normally collect the eggs from the chickens and eat them, but they were gone for two weeks and the eggs did not get collected. They needed to get the old eggs out so they could start fresh…. so off the kids went on a “real egg hunt”. Lifting chickens, searching threw the straw and loving every second of it as they found the eggs.
Grandpa even drew targets on the side of his truck for the kids to aim at. The kids lined up and the eggs began to fly, smashing against the side of the truck. They thought it was a blast…. I mean when else do you get the green light to smash eggs on a truck. My kids said it was the “best day ever” and think Grandpa is pretty amazing.
As always I am never very good at the “wordless” part…lol.