Winter Eggs


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!)