After Mom and I hit Five Islands she wanted to take me to see the Mt.Vernon Country Store. The plumber had been over the house doing some work and my SD asked him where he could find a particular clip-like doohickey thingie for his kayak and he told them about the Mt. Vernon Country Store.
We headed past Fast Fred's Frank's down past Castle Island Camps and our boat launch and then we swept up and down and up and down the hills. Sadly the point of this post is not the MT. Vernon Country Store which was, as promised, an amazing little slice of old America with a grocery section out front, loads of things for canning (including the wide mouth Ball jar plastic caps I had been seeking since I store loads of things in my Ball jars) and in the back, a boys dream. A cornucopia of little drawers and nooks and crannies chock full of doo dads, bleebles, whirly bobs and just one of just that thing-a-ma-jiggy that you were looking for. Sorry, the tale of this post is about the EGGS sign that made us pull over on the way there.
I was planning on leaving the next day and there was no way to guarantee anybody would be home at my usual egg lady place so we had been searching all day. My egg lady, bless her, charges $2.00 or $2.50 a dozen depending on feed prices and we had seen some at the Waterville Farmer's market for $4.00 a dozen and said, "No thank you". So when we saw the egg sign we just had to check it out. When I hopped out of her Jeep I realised that I was surrounded by geese and wild turkeys and loads of little huts full of fabulous things.
I grabbed my camera and took some snaps of Mr. Peacock and his mini harem.
The bunny brigade.
I just wanted to scratch the nose!
And when I got close to the barn I could hear the strains of Joe Cocker wafting out the open doors. As I was snapping away i called out to Mom..."All this and Joe Cocker too!", she said "I know and no SD to complain about the Joe Cocker!" , family joke there, but he'll appreciate it. (**SD Just remember I left you my very first batch of dill pickles before I left!)
The barn was too dark to shoot but inside were loads of roosters and geese and various sundry birds strolling around.
Around the corner were goats, very friendly and curious goats.
More peacock and peahen and chickens, chickens chickens!
While I was snapping away Mom went into the little hut by the road, opened the cooler and took 2 dozen eggs and left the cash in the box. We never encountered the owner of the menagerie, but I think I will come back another time to try and find out more. The eggs were all different sizes and colours and very, very yummy.
Happy with my feather and fur fix, we continnued on to the General Store.