We are farmers, as of Sunday. We went out to Bent Willow and I was in the coop with my 2 young sons and their friend Greer. All of a sudden we heard a terrible squawking noise. We have become accustomed to the sound of King Tut jumping all the girls, but this was even more intense. The boys ran out of the run and swung open the main doors of the hen house to see what was going on. Next thing I know, I hear Its an egg!!! Its warm!!! It was right next to the egg boxes, in a spot where Tut likes to rest next to his girls. I was so thrilled that the boys found it. The excitement was palpable. My youngest was furious that we were going to take it because he wanted a baby chick. I explained to him that the hen did not sit on it, so she didnt want a baby chick. If it was left, then it was meant for us. We then went to the garden and picked two cherry tomatoes and some french green beans. What a gratifying day!
For those wondering about the fate of the egg, DH scrambled it in brown butter and served it on toast. It was delicious!