Yeah, my neighbors must think I'm nuts. I talk to my gals when I'm out there, and I know my cheers of glee when I found the egg must have sounded strange.
When the only way you've ever obtained an egg is to pick up a carton in the grocery store, you just can't "get it". ("What's the big deal? It's just an egg. I get eggs from the store all the time.") You have to be a Backyard Chicken Owner, putting time, thought, money, and heart into your flock to truly appreciate the miracle. It's like giving birth to a child or seeing them walk for the first time. I feel sorry for these uniformed and uninitiated folks: we're the one's who are fortunate. It's probably what I appreciate most about BYC; I get to be among others like myself with whom I can share the experiences.
Still waiting for the miracle of my *first* egg!
BTW - Congrats on yours!! How cool is that?
