Last night, at the end of a long and exhausting day, I slogged out to the chicken coop to put the birds to bed. There, on the floor as I opened the door to go into the house, laying there like a gift, was our first egg. Although it was small and misshapen somewhat, it was like a sign of hope. Something which we knew was coming, which we anticipated, was quietly left for us to discover at the end of a dark day.
Now we need to get the hens to use the nest boxes.
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A sign of hope -- so true. A little misshapen and a little small. Aren't we all? There will be more signs, believe me. It's hard to believe now, though.
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