"I think we have a new layer," Hots said as he held up the tiniest chicken egg I'd ever seen.
So cute! And speckles!
Here's the proud layer. We call her #7. We got her and #8 a few months after the original six (all of whom have real names in case I haven't mentioned that previously).
Survival or the fittest struck last week and #8 was weeded out when she flew over the chain link fence and into the dog pen. Where the dogs have always been. In clear view. Probably a good idea not to name future additions to our flock.
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