Another excuse, another chicken story...
Because of a temporary internet handicap, I'm only able to post words at the moment. No pictures.
I made the mistake of participating in a mini-workshop online a few days ago, which involved downloading a 43 page document and listening to a 40 minute audio recording. It might have been the best twenty-five dollars I ever spent, except that... well, this apparently shocking amount of online usage was enough to anger the gods of our satellite internet. They show no mercy, in case you were wondering. We've been soundly spanked and our internet speed reduced to a level that makes good old dial-up look even better than sliced bread.
Unfortunately, dial-up is not an option for us because our dog chewed the line in half.
And I'm not joking either.
Fingers crossed that I can actually upload a few lines of text while that shiny satellite gives me it's middle finger as it zooms past somewhere way up there...
My neighbor stopped by a couple weeks ago and found a random pile of fourteen eggs in my barn. Strange, because I'm in that barn at least twice a day and I had no clue they were there. Stranger still, the dog is in and out of that barn constantly, and she didn't know they were there either.
Today I saw a hen sneak around some scrap metal along the side of our garage. Guess, my friends. Just guess what she was up to? Ah, yes. There was another unauthorized pile of eggs. Eight. One of them was squishy.
A squishy egg. I can't even begin to describe how wrong it felt in my hand.
In the two and a half years I've had this flock, we've been lucky enough to witness some bizarre stuff in the egg-laying-department. We've seen two itty bitty little "fart" eggs, one of which was laid on Easter Sunday. I was nearly bombed by a hen who laid an egg in mid-air. The girls have laid at least two eggs without a shell, just that transparent outer membrane.
But a normal looking egg, the correct size and color and weight... and yet it squished and wiggled and wobbled under my fingers?
No lie.
I'm speechless.
Maybe the girls need a bit more Calcium in their diet?
8 comments:
Only laughing because I totally know whatfore you speak of! Those do feel insanely weird... something just ain't right!:)
my first thought when your post popped up in the reader was "yes! i LOVE jess' chicken stories!" squishy? really?
so sorry about your internet woes. the end of the month is just a few days away...do you get to be in the satellite god's good graces then?
Ew! I am sooo not eating eggs for breakfast this morning! hee hee
Glad ya caught the whiz in the right spot to be able to upload the text as it gave me a giggle.
That's a good way to start a day.
:)
So, do you eat the squishy eggs and the fart eggs and the other uncommons? ;)
Ewwwww.....
Squishy? Not had that one yet!
Dixie (chick) likes to hide a clutch now and then... we walked by her recent clutch by the pond at least 3-4 times yesterday before my husband spotted it.
So that's why you can't see pictures. That really stinks. I would've loved to have seen the shell-less egg.
Speaking of chickens, are we going to hear the rest of your rooster story??
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