The hens have definitely decided it’s time to start laying eggs. Along with the magnolia, the cherry, the apple, all blossoming, the change in the light has convinced them that spring is here–rainy or not.
Today I got my first, tiny Americana pullet egg, a green jewel among the brown.
And the hens themselves are looking sleek and fluffy and they want to eat continuously.
Luckily, gorgeous eggs for breakfast make everyone around very cheerful.