Breakfast anyone?

  Starting to enjoy the first fruits ,or shall I say veges, of my labor. Sundays breakfast was 100 percent courtesy of the homestead. Even Thelma contributed much to her dismay. She has gone full on broody recently and insists on hatching infertile eggs. Yesterday she stood in front of our garage office screaming for a full 20 minutes when I took her eggs. she was one pissed off chicken.

 Pretty good looking potato scramble don't you think?