Doin' the happy egg dance!

First egg, first egg! You heard it here first! Today the pullets are twenty weeks old and when I went out to the hen house at 9:00 a.m. to open the pop door into the run, I looked into the nest boxes as usual. Ruby, Goldie's sister, was sitting in one. She looked quite content, but when she hopped down, there was no egg.

Oh well. I went back inside the house, but when I went out again at 11:30 to let them out to free range, there was this cute little brown egg just lying there with the wooden egg! I did the happy egg dance and grabbed it and ran into the house to show Gaige, Nathan and Kaitlyn. They each had to have their picture taken while holding it. I totally forgot to take a picture of the egg in the nest. Too excited, I guess!

Here it is sitting on a bread plate.

After I dropped the kids off at their house, I went shopping in Dublin. David is still out of town, so all afternoon I planned my dinner, centered, of course, around that sweet little egg. And this is how it went.

I made some buttermilk biscuits, Jimmy Dean sausage and sausage gravy to go with the egg.

And then the piece de resistance sitting on top of a biscuit half going toward my mouth. Let me tell you, that is the closest to the Big O in a food experience as I am ever likely to get. It was absolutely the best egg I've ever tasted, so rich and no off taste whatsoever. It just tasted like nature. The picture's a little fuzzy, but the yolk was running down my hand and I didn't want a single drop to escape!

And here are Gaige, Nathan and Kaitlyn holding the precious egg. They were as excited as I was.