Not from our own chickens, but given to us by Edison, who helped lay sod over the giant sandpit in the backyard last week. He saw the abandoned chicken coop and run, and I told him about the laying hens that weren't, in fact, hens at all. He laughed, walked to his truck and came back with a dozen fresh eggs from his chickens. Yippeee!
I love how orange the yolks are. The last three made waffles this morning. Makes me think it's time to start working on the coop again.