Now that I have some eggs in the hatcherarium I feel way different about my eggs. I look at each egg like, "Wow, what kind of hen would you be?" And I have a hard time eating my eggs. Now, don't get me wrong I love me some fresh eggs, but I can't help but want to know who would be in that shell if I applied the right amount of heat and time to it. I have a pile of eggs on my counter that are contemplating climbing in the Brower Bator as soon as the Call Ducks are done taking their sauna.
Especially the big huge old white eggs from my White Leghorn. I have a Ameracauna rooster, named Woozer, and I think if she gave me hens, they would maybe lay great big blue eggs. And she might be a beauty as well. I know I will get over this egg fixation, Or NOT, when the weather changes but for now I think I have to go with this curiosity and see what lies ahead for my little mutt eggs.
Anybody else see eggs differently now?
Eggs.... Not just for breakfast anymore
Especially the big huge old white eggs from my White Leghorn. I have a Ameracauna rooster, named Woozer, and I think if she gave me hens, they would maybe lay great big blue eggs. And she might be a beauty as well. I know I will get over this egg fixation, Or NOT, when the weather changes but for now I think I have to go with this curiosity and see what lies ahead for my little mutt eggs.
Anybody else see eggs differently now?
Eggs.... Not just for breakfast anymore