We have eggs!
Two over three days.
I suspect they are from the one chook, as they seem to be getting bigger each time (not that two points can really define a trend!) but I'm not sure which lady is responsible.
Not that I can actually tell the girls apart anymore - I use to identify Tilly by her tail feather, but ol' Milly wanted a piece of the action and had the raw cheek to grow a tail feather too. I try not to address them individually in the hopes they won't twig to my social faux paux.
I've saved the eggs in their own little egg cups on the window sill, and I'm just waiting until I have enough for a proper taste (split four ways, of course). I think another one should do it. Come on, ladies! Lay our Sunday breaky!