This is me breathing a huge sigh of relief. Officially, all four of my girls, are bonafide, nest-squatting, egg-laying girls. Clementine, my not-so-little late-bloomer, really knows how to drag out the anticipation.
Yesterday, I noticed this:
Like a total freak, I sat there for a good half an hour (bumping back plans like an even bigger freak) just to be able to document her first egg. When she finally hopped off and went on her merry little way: no egg. Silly me.
Today, she went to the spot on two separate occasions, and I managed to keep my excitement in check, until finally, finally late this afternoon, she hopped off, ba-gawked her triumph, and lo and behold:
It’s a good day at Farmhouse38. Happy Friday!