We got our first post-molting egg today. I think of it as a winter egg even if it isn’t officially winter, it’s cold enough to feel like it.
It was a small egg, and as delicious as I’d imagined it would be. The first hard boiled egg I’ve had since the hens stopped laying a couple of months ago.
I’m so spoiled, I don’t want to eat a hard boiled egg unless it’s fresh. So I’ve been scrambling the eggs I get from the Co-op and Grocery store.
I don’t expect the eggs to come as regularly as they do in the warmer weather, but now I’ll be hopeful for an egg every morning.
What a delight!