We were beginning to think we had a couple of moochers on our hands. Then we kept finding piles of poo in their nest box and thought maybe they were confused over precisely what they were suppose to be squeezing out.
But today Zeb was the discoverer of our very first light brown egg.
We all did a happy dance, took many pictures and gave our chicky-doos lots of extra treats.
The warm little gift was sadly cracked. Can we still eat it? And would you call me crazy for padding their nest box with foam? I think the girls would like it. I could even use egg-crate foam! HA!


















