Comments for Walking On Eggshells

Walking On Eggshells

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 10:49:32 -0600

...around here, that's as much literal and metaphorical. The funny things you find on the farm... Hey, it's Saturday, a slow news day and even slower for visitors... We've got guinea fowl, bantam chickens, fancy chickens, and regular old commercial chickens of the types that are industrially farmed for eggs and dinner. We've got big birds, little birds, and right in the middle birds. Right now we've got some guinea hens that have just reached sufficient maturity to start laying, along with some other hens who are in their prime. No elderly birds yet. But after decades of store-bought eggs, the variety you find when out on the daily egg hunt (that's what happens when you let 'em wander - which is why industrial operations... don't.) is sometimes bemusing. Such as this trio here that we picked up one day this week.

Comment from Josh on 2009-01-11

Sun, 11 Jan 2009 17:17:14 -0600

I'm impressed by how ovoid the largest egg is...it actually looks like it's narrower than the middle sized egg...hmm...almost like a cross between a chicken egg and an egg from another animal...hmmm...like a snake...HMMMM...militarized chickens? I wouldn't put it past Castle Arrrgh, I've seen the photos of their basement hahaha!

Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2009-01-11

Sun, 11 Jan 2009 08:38:40 -0600

Heh. When I *asked* you, last week, if that was a guinea egg, you agreed. We musta been talking about different eggs.

Ah well, - that's why the Farm Ops are hers. I work in an office.

Comment from Beth Donovan on 2009-01-11

Sun, 11 Jan 2009 05:56:53 -0600

Ooops, that's not a guinea egg - that's a bantam egg - from Darling, the tiny little Sea Bright hen. But it doesn't matter, the eggs are always fun to collect. I have not yet had a hen peck at me when I reach under her to gather eggs.

Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2009-01-10

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 17:26:49 -0600

Olga, SWWBO has had them drop, warm and wet, into her hand...

I've thus far been spared that experience. But I have picked 'em up warm and damp.

Comment from olga on 2009-01-10

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 17:02:49 -0600

Oh, I remember the feeling, when we got ourselves regular chickens for our dacha (country house)... We did not have as much space as you do so we did not really have to 'hunt' for eggs even when the chickens were 'free ranging'... and they are still warm if you get to them quickly :o)