Skatchkins
Chirping
- Jun 22, 2021
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I searched Ms. Google and the mystery appears to have been posted and head scratched on BackyardChickens previously.
How the what-why did my chicken lay a boiled egg?
Scene: (law-and-order sound)
Morning egg eating time. I choose two eggs off the end of the spiral counter display, crack one over the butter simmer- it plops, and I ewwwwww.
Next egg, same shellish thing. I start spinning eggs willy-nilly thinking the wife mixed up some boilys, but she enters and adamantly denies. The eggs are two different colors, so definitely different chickens.
The wife conveniently starts to remember recently finding a couple strays off coop-campus, and attests to verifying the color of the allegedly errant drops.
Now, this is the State of Arizona, and while rampant newsperson conjecture speculates temperatures "hot enough to boil an egg on a politician's face," 112 F'ing degrees is actually not sizzilly enough to do such a thing. However, it should now be noted that the secret stash was situated upon scattered straw laying over one open-air, compost pile, a method of sorts that could cause the ambient air above and possibly said normally temperate eggs to reach plus 150 F'ing degrees, the very condition that the eggs in question could presumably soft boil, and in all truthful terms, the known temperature at which the aforementioned politician's pants do indeed catch fire.
How the what-why did my chicken lay a boiled egg?
Scene: (law-and-order sound)
Morning egg eating time. I choose two eggs off the end of the spiral counter display, crack one over the butter simmer- it plops, and I ewwwwww.
Next egg, same shellish thing. I start spinning eggs willy-nilly thinking the wife mixed up some boilys, but she enters and adamantly denies. The eggs are two different colors, so definitely different chickens.
The wife conveniently starts to remember recently finding a couple strays off coop-campus, and attests to verifying the color of the allegedly errant drops.
Now, this is the State of Arizona, and while rampant newsperson conjecture speculates temperatures "hot enough to boil an egg on a politician's face," 112 F'ing degrees is actually not sizzilly enough to do such a thing. However, it should now be noted that the secret stash was situated upon scattered straw laying over one open-air, compost pile, a method of sorts that could cause the ambient air above and possibly said normally temperate eggs to reach plus 150 F'ing degrees, the very condition that the eggs in question could presumably soft boil, and in all truthful terms, the known temperature at which the aforementioned politician's pants do indeed catch fire.
