Needle in a haystack

So, on our visit to Norfolk we went to a farm where the girly and her small cousin had a wonderful time feeding all manor of things and cuddling others. The girly's favourite was a rather greedy donkey. The intended highlight of the visit was supposed to be collecting our own eggs from the hen house which we were going to take back and cook for breakfast on the campsite the following morning. No such luck though - the hens were being particularly unhelpful. Toast it is then...