Rita's very first, very tiny egg was such a treasure that I had to preserve it for posterity somehow. How better than a photo! They're both hers--but what a dramatic change in size over the course of a week. I snapped lots of pix, then I retreated into the kitchen and forced myself to sacrifice such cuteness for a meal. How mundane though incredibly delicious.
No bird is more intent than a hen waiting for a treat. She's not eagle-eyed..more like chicken-eyed? or hen-eyed? Definitely not cock-eyed (chicken humor, I couldn't resist, sorry).
Unless it's opening up the nest box to find four rich brown eggs.
is actually that lovely blue (an intense robins-egg blue called Cape May) inside. And that would be a vintage pillowcase with pink roses softening their nest box. And I can usually tell you which hen laid which egg, which is pretty amazing considering that most people can't tell Norma Jean from Rita from Carole from Sophia. Us chicken mamas know how to keep our girls happy.
Maybe I'm keeping them too happy--jumbo doesn't even begin to describe the size of this latest egg. It's ginormous! (I took more photos later that showed how truly large this egg was but my camera "ate" the photos. Who says an old camera can't learn a new trick? I hope it unlearns quickly or I'll be in the market for a replacement.)