Rancho Jacona has a chicken house full of Brown Leghorn, Buff Orpington, Auracana, and Maran chickens, who lay white, brown, dark brown, and blue or green eggs. By the way, the Auracana was around long before Martha Stewart put her trademark on them.

Interesting story: Down the west coast of South America, the village people had chickens that laid green or blue eggs. However, when the archaeologists dug into ancient ruins in the same areas, they found no chicken bones. Nor were there any chicken bones elsewhere in the ancient Americas. Turkeys, yes. Chickens, no. No jungle fowl. No anything similar.

So, some curious person decided to do a genetic check on the chickens that laid the green or blue eggs. That genetic check led out into the Pacific, to islanders there, past those islands into Indonesia. Lo and behold, the chickens had been brought to South America from all the way across the Pacific, who knows when ago, by one of those far voyaging boats the islanders used to spread themselves anywhere atoll. They are Indonesian chickens.

Our flock are not battery chickens, poor critters with their beaks cut off living in two square feet and bred to lay an egg a day until they die before they’re a year old, after which they become. . . catfood. These chickens are honest to God real chickens who eat grasshoppers and run around a chicken yard and lay eggs when they darned well feel like it. Rancho Jacona has a flock that lays around 25 eggs a day. When we are full, we have 50+ guests. We cannot provide eggs every day to every guest. We try to provide eggs to each set of visitors once during their stay. If you’re making French toast or a quiche, don’t ask for our eggs to do it with. If you’re not going to taste them, don’t waste them. They’re fresh farm eggs, and they’re delicious.