I really must get out in the garden with my camera …
Last week, the tree surgeon came. We were out for the day, so we can’t be sure, but it must have been a traumatic day for my girls. There were two chainsaws going at times, I don’t suppose the neighbours enjoyed it much, either. We’ve had the Yucca removed altogether (although we have stumps in the ground that may regrow), the cherry has been topped almost to the trunk, and the apple tree pruned, but left generally untidy, so you won’t notice unless you see the stubs of the removed branches. All in all, it’s made a considerable difference to the light levels in our north facing garden.
We thought that perhaps the disruption would mean the girls may not lay for a day or two … instead, for the next few days we had three eggs a day! Hurrah! I assume the extra light made them think it was spring and time to start laying again?
So I had a baking day, just in time for the church coffee morning. We barely survive on one egg a day. On two eggs a day, I don’t have to think about whether I have enough. But on three eggs a day, I have to find ways to use them up!
After baking, my egg rack was empty.
And it still is … yesterday we didn’t have a single egg 
