August 25, 2008 marks a momentous occasion...I got my first egg from my chickens! I have been diligently checking the nest boxes since the chooks turned 16 weeks old. Now, at 19 weeks, one of them has produced her first egg. It was a fluke that I even checked before I left for work. I normally don't do that. Here it is next to one of the store bought eggs in the fridge. Isn't it pretty? It's perfectly smooth.
Finding the first egg was so exciting that I literally ran into the house.
"Guys! Guys! Come look! Our first egg!" I let each of the boys hold it in their hands to experience it for themselves. Jim held it up next to a store bought white egg and compared them. I marveled at this little treasure.
I was so sure one of the boys would find the first egg, but as luck would have it, it was me. I got such a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction, a feeling that can only be felt by raising your own food and seeing the fruits of your labors come to light. Self-sufficiency is so gratifying.
Eggs symbolize many things. Eggs are a promise for the future. Eggs are full of hope. This little egg lifted my spirits and carried me through a long night at work. And when I came home this morning I fried my little egg in pure butter and ate it on a piece of buttered toast. Well, I did give Jim one little bite and he tried to snatch the rest from me, but I wasn't sharing! It was delicious!
Life is good!