It might have indeed been cold; it might have been wet; and dark and miserable, but when I went to shut the chickies up for the night tonight there was a warm, blue egg under Wiggy. It was our twelfth egg since she started laying for us!
I cooked two of them in the spagetti carbona. The yokes were so big and rich and yellow, and the resulting dinner really was the best yet. So, so nice. 🙂
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