Sunny side up!

Well, it finally happened. After four and a half months of chicken rearing, we had almost forgotten that we might eventually get eggs. Last Sunday, Henry and Bryn got a late birthday present from the chickens. I randomly checked the nest boxes, and sure enough, there it was, right next to the golf ball. We read somewhere that golf balls help the chickens figure out where to put that sort of thing. Hopefully there are more where this one came from.

I was yelling. Then the kids started yelling. Then Jay came running outside and he started yelling too. We thanked the chickens, raced inside, snapped a few pics, and then cracked it into the frying pan.


We actually cooked it over medium. Sunny side up just sounded better.