Look, our first egg! It is absolutely perfect and beautiful. You can get a feel for the size by looking at the quarter beside it. I should have taken a beautiful photo in the straw of the nest, but didn't have my camera with me and could not bear to leave it behind. I'm not sure who laid the egg, but I suspect Lou, as she seems most mature, with the largest comb. It is cold here today, and windy. It feels more like February than the last of March, but with fresh eggs to look forward to, what else matters?
