Ruffling a few feathers.
I think I may have even said it out loud.
After all... cuteness and fluffy bums will only get you so far and for so long.
Even in my garden girls.
I know you heritage breeds are a little precious.
But you see we all still need to contribute 'round here.
No free rides.
And so it seems they may have been reading my mind...
Or perhaps they heard me...ahem.
Down in the coop.
Because it was this I found sitting there in the nesting box this afternoon.
Very sneaky goings on I tell you.
I heard nothing today.
I saw nothing.
Just as it's been for months....months!
I know it wasn't you Sophia because this egg isn't green.
And I know it wasn't you Emmeline or your sister Prudence because yes it's only small and brown...
not delightfully creamy and speckled.
And yes Millie you can also tell Olive I'm still onto you both too.
Like I said...
And I know it's not Henrietta.
She's too busy leaving peck marks on my toes and making me squeal and jump into the air.
Besides, her comb is too pale right now.
It's a dead giveaway.
Nope... not hers.
But... sweet... quiet... Harriet...
Our ever reliable girl.
I just know this is yours.
No don't turn away in pretense.
All I ask is please, please go and tell the other six to pick up the game a bit?
We do still love eggs here.