Above are two eggs from the same chicken found on Saturday.
The egg on the left is clearly much larger than the one on the right.
Please ignore the ghost-pale coloring of my hand and arm.
I'm a freak of nature. Much like this egg.
As a mother, I can not help but feel sorry for this poor chicken. It must have been a difficult delivery. All I keep thinking is; Wow, that had to hurt.
The bottom of the egg was really weird. All wrinkly and deformed.
Turns out it was a double yolker. How cool is that?
Even though it was freakish and weird, it tasted wonderful.
I am really loving the fresh eggs.
Excuse me while I go compare birth stories with my hen.