Feeling a little silly

We checked for Miss Milligan's egg mid morning but she hadn't laid one so we were thinking it was her day off, but when I peeked in the laying box later in the day, there it was, another perfect little egg.

That evening I began to feel a little silly that I was so excited about Miss Milligan's eggs. After all, she is a chicken and chickens do lay eggs, so really, all the fuss was about ... what?

Had I really emailed people about the egg? Had I really whooped in joy? Oops, yes, I had.
But then that night I was talking to a chook-loving friend, and she talked about 'grandmotherly feelings' toward your first egg.

So I figured, either I'm more normal than I think, or there are at least two loopy chicken lovers on the loose.

A blurry Miss Milligan on the move. Maybe to lay another egg!