A beaker's dozen

Our little Silkie has now given us a dozen eggs. If you can call 'em that. Each one is about a third the size of an egg from a grocery store carton. We can never build up enough for an omelet, so we serve each one on a doily. We keep hoping that the Committee will learn from what's going on. But they've stopped expressing any curiosity about the Silkie's celebratory squawking. Business as usual on our city farm ... except we're thinking a miniature goat would go well with the next service dog (for training of course). Anyone for home-made yoghurt?