Every morning for the past few weeks we got up with anticipation. We have been waiting and wondering when our chickens would lay the first egg, almost as if to question their ability to do so in the first place. The thought of being able to go out and gather fresh eggs from our chickens seemed so idyllic it almost was like a fairytale. We have wholeheartedly embraced aspects of life in the country and getting chickens four months ago was our first real step in that direction. We have seen the girls grow rapidly in the past 4 months since they first arrived as tiny baby chicks and today we went out to the coop and found this little egg inside.
It worked! Our chickens can lay eggs and this crazy miracle of life and food is taking place in our backyard. I’m excited, if you can’t tell.
After an whirlwind weekend in Lancaster, PA and then Washington, DC it feels good to be home. I still think about moving to a city and living within walking distance of cafes, running along paths by the waterfront and deciding between public transportation and biking… but I can’t complain about being able to walk to my backyard and gather fresh eggs. Life is both simple and complicated in the country, but I suppose it is where ever you live.