Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Ruby. Approaching her third birthday, she was a feisty little spitfire.
She loved to do chicken chores. Carrying the eggs down the hill from the barn was her favorite part.
This particular egg was impressive. Although I’m fairly certain that the chicken who laid it would disagree and prefer one of a smaller size.
Ruby had a lot of fun showing it off though. After Momma washed it, of course.
And it made it all the way to the patio before it got scrambled. Sorry, egg. But the pictures (that Daddy took) were worth the lacking egg at breakfast.