I thought we’d lost Henrietta. We couldn’t find her anywhere! Finally, my husband located her underneath the stand of pampas grass in the back corner of our yard where she had created her own little nest. You should have heard her yell when we moved her and took the egg.
Henrietta is MAD.
Poor Henrietta. What a cute little, blue egg. Will she keep returning to her nest?
Too bad you don’t have a rooster; you could raise some little chicks!
Maybe when I get that farm . . . đŸ˜‰