I can't remember the last time the ladies laid an egg--sometime in November? So when Sweet Husband came home tonight and said, "We've got eggs!" I was initially very confused.
"Did you stop at the store?" I asked.
"Nope. Eggs from the nest box," he grinned.
Hallelujah! Winter is over!*
(*Not really. Actually, I expect at least one straight-up blizzard and a dozen more sub-zero-ish days. But it's a start. And if you've got eggs you've got a meal. In these sometimes-difficult-to-get-to-the-grocery-store times, that is definitely something!)