Later, I checked the laying box more to rule it out than because I was expecting anything. There was a large, brown egg waiting there in the hay. It was still warm in that way only a fresh egg can be. Over the next week, the other chickens came back on the job, too. But, that first egg of the season which seems like it’s never going to come but always means that winter is over with, or at least on the way out, is always the best handwarmer I know.
Author: Meriwether O'Connor