There will be no coq au vin, or even chicken stew tonight.
Behold, the green egg we've all been waiting for. Thank you, Easter Chicken.
I could not believe my eyes when I looked into the coop this morning. And of course the neighbors could not believe their ears.
"Who's the best chicken? Oh yes, who's the best chicken who lays the prettiest eggs? You! What a good chicken. Good girl! Here, have some Cheerios off our floor!"
They've gotten used to seeing me out there in my sock monkey flannel pajamas, but the cooing praise may be going too far.
It could always be worse. I do not yet sing to them. I sing to neither the chickens nor the neighbors.
I brought the eggs in (yes eggs, not just the green one - two brown and one white but whatever), washed them off and searched the house for someone to show off to. Our downstairs neighbors were home and boy will they resolve to get out of the house faster in the morning.