My Greta, a gorgeous Sussex, laid an egg on Friday.  This is cause for celebration.  She hasn’t laid an egg since we got her last June.  She laid two eggs the first week I had her, and then she got deathly ill.  I thought I was going to lose her, but she recovered and thrived . . . except she stopped laying eggs.  Well, no more!  I went to check the nesting box after getting back from a walk with the dogs, and lo and behold, there it was.  I think I actually screamed and then I started laughing.  A perfect, small, speckled brown egg.  Hurrah! 

Greta laid an egg!

Just in time, too.  I’m not kidding when I say she was headed for the soup pot.  We’re getting two more chickens this spring, and if she isn’t producing, then she’s just taking up room.  Although, I have to admit, chickens make great pets.  I love my girls.  They’re pretty awesome. 

Exploring the yard on a snowy day.