Monday, December 7, 2009
Sunday morning, as Lou and I are sleeping in, we hear an abnormally loud chicken squawk. Sleepily, I mumbled, "Did you hear that chicken noise?" Lou grunted.
During our morning tea, I remembered the chicken noise and brought it up again. He said he had heard it also, so we put on our coats and boots to investigate. Sure enough, under the shelf in a sweet henmade nest was a pretty little blue egg. Oh!! I was blushing with pride and joy.
I rushed it inside right away and hard boiled it. Lou prefers scrambled, but there just wasn't enough egg for scrambled. That was the fate for egg number 2, which we found today.
And then I ate it.