Jo Barlow needed six eggs for a special cake - but was it Mission Impossible for the girls?
their word, they all starting thinking eggy thoughts, and bottoms that had not been near a nest box for many months (or years) nestled down to await that Peaceful Eggy Feeling.
It was a worrying few days as, like an expectant father, I checked the nest box at regular intervals. So slow was their progress (taking into account they had to have at least one egg a day to ‘keep them going’) that I had a secret back-up plan of getting eggs from a friend’s girls. Oh ye of little faith! Very slowly, day by day, the normally empty egg bowl in the larder (think tumbleweed) began to fill up. One egg, then another. Then an agonising lull, then eggs three and four in quick succession. We were so close! Would we make it?
Of course we would. My girls have never let me down. The elusive final egg arrived a whole 12 hours before the eggs had to go to the baker. What clever girls I have.
The cake was baked, looked magnificent and was loved by my parents, who were thrilled at the sterling effort their grandchickens had put into its production.
Well done ladies, you can now get back to your life of leisure.
ABOVE: Miffy takes a break. TOP RIGHT: Milly is thinking about it... ABOVE RIGHT: Eggs-actly what was required. BELOW: The splendid anniversary cake.