Ok, so I'm rather new to you forum but I figured if I wanted sympathy this would be the best place for it. I have allways sarted with Pullets, just easier for me. We have no electricty to our coop etc.. A few weeks ago we imported several eggs from my sis in law and put them in the hen house. We had one hatch last week and it's doing marvalous. My neighbor who has much more expierence than I had been checking the remaning eggs. Well today I discovered one of the remaining eggs was being eaten by ants. I was bummed out. So I had to remove the hen off the eggs and shoo her out side. Then I grabbed this long handled brush to scoop out the ant egg. I accidentally bummped the other egg and WHAMO!!!! POP!!! The dang thing exploded. Crap and smeeellly egg stuff flew everywhere. I almost barfed. It was about that time my husband drove his lawn tractor the other direction. After I cleaned up the mess I had to of course take a shower. Go ahead and laugh, it's ok. I guess I will just chalk this one up as expierence. I had to share. It makes me feel better. Gina
I am sooooo sorry for laughing but I am dying laughing right now! That sounds like something that would happen to me lol. And the husband going the other way....sounds just like mine!!! lol Oh and btw
sorry i had to laugh too. i had that happen in a bator before, never thought about it happening in with broodies. i'll definately watch that one never happens,lol. thanks for the warning!! silkie ps.
Holy cow! That would be awful to be smeared with a rotton exploding egg! I'm so sorry, but I can't help laughing, too!!
I once house, cat, and great-aunt set while an older friend from church went out of town. The heat was miserable, I was alergic to cats and I felt totally out of place at this friend's house. One afternoon, after taking allergy medicine which made me sleepy, I awoke to a sound that it took a few moments to identify. Apparently Great-Aunt Melanie had decided to make egg salad, but she had fallen asleep with the eggs on the boil. I entered the room at a run, the smell led me there, the next couple of explosions kept me vigilant as I ducked for cover and snuck up on the stove top. Needless to say, the kitchen clean up was awful. Those dreadful cats did not eat one speck of the exploded egg, in fact they stayed in another room! Great-aunt was so upset. I did not sleep easy the rest of the time there without checking on her cooking plans! I feel your pain!
