We finally cooked up our eggs. Joan has been a champ--giving up an offering each of the last three mornings. Her eggs are about 2/3 the size of what you'd get in a grocery store, so we waited until we got a few, and then scrambled them up for "eggs in the basket".
Jessica blew out the eggs, so we have three eggshells for our scrapbook.
Jessica thinks I look like a PSA for eating a healthy breakfast. I think that she is enjoying her eggs a whole lot more than I am!
I think I look a little strung-out. That's my morning look. There was something a little weird about eating an egg that was inside Joan's body moments before. I'm grossing myself out now even talking about it. They were some tasty eggs, though.
ReplyDeleteI am so proud of your chicken. I hope the other two get on board.
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