We spent a few days in Branson last week and returned to a mound of eggs from our seven feathered friends. I guess we can call them “spring chickens,” no matter their age, because these longer days and doses of sunshine have our girls firing on all cylinders after their brief winter hiatus. 

While we didn’t expect this sort of egg explosion, we did know there would be several eggs awaiting our return, because our sweet little girls, Tater and Tot, never stopped production, even on the coldest of winter days. These two ISA Brown beauties have definitely earned their keep by laying eggs almost every day since late summer. That’s a lot of omelets!