Drive to Callander yesterday through great scenery with snow on the mountains. Good pub lunch in the Forth Inn in Aberfoyle which allowed us in with Rufus, my friend's dog. Great chat with Sally Evans in the bookshop and another poetry book bought for the winter nights. In conversation the subject of the hens in the back garden came up. sally gave me eggs in the summer and I wrote a (hopefully) Humerous poem - I'll try to put it up on the site - about the eggs. She has posted it on Facebook so it can be seen there.