The First Egg. Finally.

Donna and the first egg

Elvira finally laid her first egg. She must be over her trauma which she got when she was abandoned in the streets of San Francisco.

We are happy about that because now we don’t need to hire a chicken therapist – that would have been financially burdening especially now that Donna got a letter from the San Francisco Office of the Treasurer and Tax Collector.

The letter says Donna has to pay extra fees on the top of her taxes. We don’t like that.

The nasty letter, nice pink though

But the egg made us happy. Donna found the egg in the coop in the afternoon when she came home from work. It is a very small egg, and brown.

We will save it for a while before eating it – but we won’t wash the egg, as they told us in the chicken class not to. That would damage the natural foil that covers the egg. With the natural foil, the egg doesn’t need to be refridgerated either.

May our life be filled with free range, fully organic eggs from now on!

Damn, I just bought a dozen eggs in Trader Joe’s yesterday. And as of now, we will start getting an egg per day from Elvira. An omelette, anyone?

The Egg