Let the Laying Begin

You'd be surprised how totally thrilling it is to find your first egg.  I would know.  The first egg has finally appeared.  There was much yelling and jumping and hugging of chickens yesterday upon its discovery.  We discussed amongst ourselves for a good minute or so just which brilliant chicken left us the surprise ... until the adrenaline rush dissipated, and we were left holding a blue-green egg.  The Easter Egger.  I knew she loved me.  Isn't it splendid?

Everyone wanted to hold it, and I feared for it's safety, but it was finally tucked safely away in one of the many crates we've been saving for just such an occasion.  It is a little on the small side, but first eggs always are.  They get bigger as the chicken gets more practiced.

We decided to scramble the egg and share it, and it was as delicious an egg as there ever has been.  

We rewarded Mazie with some peanut butter and jelly crusts and a handful of blueberries.  They are two of her favorite snacks.  There was a little confusion on her part, but nevertheless, she enjoyed the party immensely.  

Much love, Mazie.