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.
2 comments:
Very cool! It's always made me laugh when grocery checkers are so tender with my packaged eggs. When my kids were little, I would make a show of how strong the eggs were, putting the carton on the ground and instructing my children to stand on it to show the checker.
Everyone thought I was nuts.
The kids began refusing when they got to about 60 lbs. Which is just as well, I don't know how much longer it would have worked.
That's funny! Eggs are a lot stronger than most people think.
: )
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