Guess I'm even weirder. I hard boil older eggs that I haven't sold, cool them, and put them in a plastic grocery bag. That bag goes inside another plastic grocery bag and then I tie them shut, put them on the counter top, and start smashing and smooshing. I pound and I roll and I knead them until they are all broken up, shells and all. Then I take the bag out to the girls and they go to town! They love it, I love the extra protein they are getting, and the little extra eggshell calcium doesn't hurt either!
Funny but true story. I took 6 live chickens to my brother's place. I was overrun and he was short, so it worked out well for both of us. It was a 700 mile trip. (We were going back there for Thanksgiving anyway so not like a special trip just for the chickens). Anyway, we had them in a large stove box in the back of the van. We suspended a nipple waterer so they couldn't make big mess spilling, dumping, or walking through the water. A little food in there and they were good to go. They were such good girls - except for a couple of ill-timed cecal poops we didn't even know they were in there! We stopped halfway for a bite of lunch. We ate, then I figured I'd get them a treat too. So I went up to the counter, waiting my turn, (lunchtime at McDonald's!) and finally got my turn. I told the young lady that I wanted the biggest size salad they sold. She looked up at the menu board over her shoulder and said, "That's probably the Southwest Chicken Salad." I asked her what all was on that. I didn't want to give the girls something like a bunch of olives or onions or something.
She said, "Well, there's lettuce, lime, beans, tomato, cheese, grilled chicken....."
Oh, I couldn't help it! I burst out laughing, and I was laughing so hard I couldn't catch my breath. I was literally holding on to the counter, almost crying down my leg! The other kids behind the counter and all of the customers thought I was crazy. Truth is I was tired and just plain punch drunk from the trip, and it just hit me wrong.
I finally calmed down and apologized for my outburst and explained that I had 6 live chickens out in my car and I was buying the salad for them. She got this really concerned look on her face.
"Um, I can leave the grilled chicken off."
"Nope," I told her. "Leave it on there...they love chicken. Just leave off the lime - I don't want them getting the idea that margaritas are being served with the salad!"
When I left there wasn't an unsmiling person in the place! And I had happy chickens! They ate every bite!