I had a serious woman-to-hen chat with Fannie yesterday, when she was pecking my bare toes. I explained that we were off on holiday on Friday and that she would have to get a move on if we were to see any eggs before we went. Please try very hard to oblige, I pleaded.
And this morning - wooopeeee! she laid an egg! Small, but perfectly formed. She did look a bit sheepish, if hens can look sheepish. At least it will be something of a reward for the lovely lady who will be keeping an eye on them while we're away.
Don't you think that's the most perfect egg you ever have seen? I do!