I have eggs again! One or two a day from the ladies, but that is enough. With molting behind them, and as the days grow a bit longer and the bitter cold has dissolved into normal cold, Pauline, Hilda, Louise and Lena suddenly look plump and glossy. Hilda comes over to have her deep red breast feathers patted when the pen door is opened. They all fight for the first bite of the wilted greens coming from the remainders of the fall garden. But best of all they are delivering big, fat, deep golden yolked eggs every day again. My newest food addiction: poached eggs, on almost anything. They are especially amazing eaten with the soft, creamy, fresh yolk running over a plate of freshly cooked greens.
