Gorgeous Gorge

The herdsman likes everything fowl. I was cleaning up after milking when she came in and said she ordered three more different types of eggs. (The turkey eggs she bought earlier had hatched just last week.) Then her mother and a friend had ordered chicks and she had agreed to take some of them when they arrived. Worse, she explained, is she's kept the news of her recent purchases a secret from her husband. "I think I'm addicted". She said.   I laughed and agreed that she might be. "There was a period of time where I was into crystal." I said. She looked surprised. "Meth?" She asked. "No, " I chuckled, "Orrefors." I better remember to be more specific in the future.