Who got my eggs?!

Riding pillion an a motorcycle gives me the freedom to smell, feel and see things that we normally don't have the chance to experience when driving a car. Your senses seem to be on full alert and you tend to notice the smallest little action and are more aware of your surrounds.

We usually stop every hour to give our legs a stretch and our bums a shake. One of our favorite stopovers is at this tiny roadside shack up the mountains. They serve mountain grown coffee, fresh fruits and yes, eggs. While sipping our brew, I noticed this chicken toddling around. I caught her just as she stepped on the empty tray of eggs. Was she looking for her eggs? Oooops, I just had two.