(My Dad loved taking photos. Can't you see the joy in my face as he recorded yet another moment of my life.)
Our first egg!
All three chickens survived. Lucky for us they were all hens! The Boy named them Roxy, Pepper, and Two. And what better joy than watching my grandchildren pet and feed them, and gather eggs.
I love when the Boy puts his boots on in the morning, gets the egg bowl, and heads out to the coop.