We went out to do the morning "farm chores" in our suburban backyard. I was checking on my chicken's feed and water when I saw it. There, in a straw-filled nesting box sat a perfectly-shaped small brown egg. Our first egg. I was so happy to see that one of my little pullets had gone through this rite of passage.
Since I had only two hens in the outdoor coop since Mary's injury -- the owner to this egg had to be either Queen Mary or Lady Edith. I asked them both. They were too dignified to answer such a personal question over their morning scratch grains.
So, who do you think laid the first egg? Are you team Mary or team Edith?
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