Olive finally started laying, and her eggs aren’t nearly as small as I imagined – they’re really the same size as Blanche and Rose’s. Whoever said that three of her “tiny” eggs would equal one “regular” chicken egg was exaggerating. Wildly.
In any case, our egg basket is complete, with white, green, and two shades of brown. To steal a friend’s bad joke, we are very eggcited.