When I was around 10 years old, I was sent outside to clean the chicken coop by my mother. I, already a strong procrastinator, ended just standing in the coop talking to the hens. After a few hours past, one of the hens stood up in her nesting box, turned around, and on impulse, I flung out my hand just in time to catch the warm, soft egg before it hit the ground! Needless to say, waiting and catching the hens' eggs became quite the entertainment for hot summer days!
Was a great delight of mine to collect the eggs when I was young ... can't imagine having that level of patience, though!
