The Never-Ending Egg Hunt

Easter was technically three months ago, but for the littlest Compound-mate, Lyla, the fun has never stopped. Every day after pre-school, she walks into our yard with her green basket to see if the girls left any "juevos" for her.

Either way, a seed storm ensues. She and the hens go nuts with the flying seeds. It's a great, new tradition. Thanks, Lyla!

The Littlest Egg that Ever Was

This morning, in the pile of regular-sized eggs, was this tiny wee egg! We think it was left by Ruthie, but one can never say for sure.

One thing I've learned from raising chickens is that home-produced eggs, unlike the store-bought ones, come in all shapes, sizes and colors. Remember a while back, one of our girls laid twins?

We decided to crack the wee egg to see what it held inside. I was hoping for a tweensy, weensy golden yolk.
No such luck, but it was still a fun find.