Yesterday afternoon I took my usual stroll down to the coop to collect any eggs that had been laid that morning. My hens tend to lay their eggs anywhere from 10:00 in the morning to 2:00 in the afternoon. I don’t know, maybe some days things move more slowly. It’s no wonder in this heat.
Of course they were all happy to see me, cooing and clucking as I came close. It’s not my great personality they’re excited about, but more the fact that I’m the food lady or the house keeper. They walked around me looking expectantly, their heads bobbing to and fro with every step as if a string was tied from each foot to their beak. I made my way over to the nesting boxes. HOLY MOLEY! Laying between two normal sized eggs was a humungus egg. I’ve never seen such a large egg from a chicken. It was bigger than an extra large egg. Some prehistoric chicken must have stopped by. I would hate to think that one of my hens had to push that out. There must have been some grunting on that one.
When I got my eggs all washed up and dried I put them in a foam egg carton. This egg was so big the lid wouldn’t close shut. I’m curious if it has more than one yolk, but I want to wait for Sonny before we crack it.
Chickens must be related to Pirana. I put out some watermelon yesterday and some squash this morning. Anytime you throw something into the pen they hurry over and it’s a pecking fest with bits of food flying in every direction. Within minutes whatever you threw in is consumed. Even the rhine was gone. I definitely don’t want to get too close, I hate to think what might happen. My toes may look tasty. I think someone sold me some chickens from a science experiment. I knew those FFA students looked shifty.