Today, on the shortest day of the year, one of my girls laid me an egg. It's a pretty egg, very smooth and perfectly shaped.
It caused quite a stir when I set it out on the dining room table:
It was examined from all sides:
Soon, an individual portrait was requested:
Then another:
and another:
and, before I knew it, everyone was in line for one:
That's what happens when a chicken lays an egg on what is going to be the longest night of the year.
Oh, you pretty, little 1.9 ounce orb of perfection, your appearance never ceases to amaze me:
