Thirteen eggs! Now I have been looking for eggs since the last week in August. I couldn't find any around anywhere. I assumed either they were late bloomers or that Angel was beating me to them (she has a huge fondness for eggs). I was really tempted to leave them because I thought maybe she was trying to brood them. But I didn't think it was likely that they were fertile anyway. So, Dirk and I collected them and candled them. Just plain eggs, no chick development at all. I didn't feel as bad stealing them from her.....
After we tested them for freshness, with the water test, we had fried egg sandwiches for brunch. Yummy!I still feel like a heel. I know they would have just rotted under her, but she didn't know that. Getting used to stealing eggs is going to take a while :) It also makes me wonder where Laverne is laying hers......
5 comments:
I love that photo of the egg and I'm sure it's hard to take those eggs away...but you did the right thing. :-)
Susan
I always hated collecting eggs. Our hens used to peck at us if we tried to get the eggs, so I had to go out with a yardstick in order to force them off their nests and collect the eggs. I never liked that job. Not at all.
Way to go Shirley!
The eggs look delicious, but I can understand your mixed emotions.
Too funny! 13 eggs! Glad you found them. (And I don't feel a bit sorry for Shirley.)
I've never had chickens, but I couldn't help a chuckle at your photo story. This poor little hen sitting on her eggs that will never hatch, even braving a rainstorm. That's a mother's love, for you!
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