The Front Porch Swing

Thats what double yolkers are two complete eggsies wrapped up in one shell. I know somone here in San Diego that begs for them because she hatches them out... Yep two chicks will develope... But the bottom one under the one thats under the air sack usually smothers while trying to pip.

I think there is double yolker hatching thread here somewhere.

deb

Really? That's weird then. The other double yolkers I've gotten have only had two yolks, not two entire eggs. Live and learn!
 
Here is another variation of a double yolker Yep thats a full on egg inside.
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deb
 
My sister had a chicken that laid an occasional double yolk egg, her name was Matilda.
My sis had a flock of 8 game hens that she got from a friend. They didn't have a coop so much as an old dog kennel with a tarp on top. The chickens were really good about laying their eggs in the nest box and grabbing snacks of chicken feed occasionally, but they spent most of the day running the yard eating bugs and foraging most of their food. Their chosen perch for the night was on a branch next to the garage about 5' off the ground. One day my sisters friend shows up with a little white chicken. Seems he was hauling chickens for the processing plant and she escaped the cage and was running around loose. Just as he was about to leave, she came up to him and he picked her up. Being the softy that he was, he decided it was fate that the chicken survive and he took the chicken with him (he claims the manager said it was pretty small so it was ok). He brought it to my sister for her flock. And yes, it was a Cornish Cross and she named her Matilda and she grew in to a nice big butterball. It was funny to see that big white cornish cross running through the backyard with the sleak, skinny game hens, but she was right there with them doing everything they were doing, except fly to the roost every night. My sis was working evenings and everynight when she pulled into the driveway at 10:00, Matilda would pop out from under the bushes and run up to the car door and wait for her to get out. Sis would pick Matilda up, carry her over to the garage and set her on the roost. The other birds would make room for Matlida, then jockey for position next to her on the branch. She must have made a nice soft pillow to snuggle against.
 
My sister had a chicken that laid an occasional double yolk egg, her name was Matilda.
My sis had a flock of 8 game hens that she got from a friend. They didn't have a coop so much as an old dog kennel with a tarp on top. The chickens were really good about laying their eggs in the nest box and grabbing snacks of chicken feed occasionally, but they spent most of the day running the yard eating bugs and foraging most of their food. Their chosen perch for the night was on a branch next to the garage about 5' off the ground. One day my sisters friend shows up with a little white chicken. Seems he was hauling chickens for the processing plant and she escaped the cage and was running around loose. Just as he was about to leave, she came up to him and he picked her up. Being the softy that he was, he decided it was fate that the chicken survive and he took the chicken with him (he claims the manager said it was pretty small so it was ok). He brought it to my sister for her flock. And yes, it was a Cornish Cross and she named her Matilda and she grew in to a nice big butterball. It was funny to see that big white cornish cross running through the backyard with the sleak, skinny game hens, but she was right there with them doing everything they were doing, except fly to the roost every night. My sis was working evenings and everynight when she pulled into the driveway at 10:00, Matilda would pop out from under the bushes and run up to the car door and wait for her to get out. Sis would pick Matilda up, carry her over to the garage and set her on the roost. The other birds would make room for Matlida, then jockey for position next to her on the branch. She must have made a nice soft pillow to snuggle against.
That is endearing, your sister really loved that chicken.
 
My sister had a chicken that laid an occasional double yolk egg, her name was Matilda.
My sis had a flock of 8 game hens that she got from a friend. They didn't have a coop so much as an old dog kennel with a tarp on top. The chickens were really good about laying their eggs in the nest box and grabbing snacks of chicken feed occasionally, but they spent most of the day running the yard eating bugs and foraging most of their food. Their chosen perch for the night was on a branch next to the garage about 5' off the ground. One day my sisters friend shows up with a little white chicken. Seems he was hauling chickens for the processing plant and she escaped the cage and was running around loose. Just as he was about to leave, she came up to him and he picked her up. Being the softy that he was, he decided it was fate that the chicken survive and he took the chicken with him (he claims the manager said it was pretty small so it was ok). He brought it to my sister for her flock. And yes, it was a Cornish Cross and she named her Matilda and she grew in to a nice big butterball. It was funny to see that big white cornish cross running through the backyard with the sleak, skinny game hens, but she was right there with them doing everything they were doing, except fly to the roost every night. My sis was working evenings and everynight when she pulled into the driveway at 10:00, Matilda would pop out from under the bushes and run up to the car door and wait for her to get out. Sis would pick Matilda up, carry her over to the garage and set her on the roost. The other birds would make room for Matlida, then jockey for position next to her on the branch. She must have made a nice soft pillow to snuggle against.

What a sweet story.

deb
 
Howdy chickenboy. What have you been up to? I can see that you are a man of few words!!!!
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A lot of fishing. Yeah :)
Hey buddy, good to hear from you. Tell us about your day. And your chickens.
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Well I have a new rooster. All my hens and chicks are doing good. Out of my 2 Silkies one for sure is a hen because she is squating. Out of my 2 Polish I have one roo and one hen I think and my Sebright is a roo.
 
Well, now that the disappointment of the vote count has worn off, I feel a little better. Wow, what a trouncing I took! I really thought I was doing a better job than the vote reflected but I guess I was mistaken. So what do I need to change in the short time I have left between this election and the general?

I won't change giving my opinion when I don't think a plan is in Cowley's best interests. I won't change being willing to vote "no" if I have to, and/or disagreeing with the rest of the council and the mayor. I won't change the effort I make to get to every meeting, scheduled or special. I won't change my mantra during council meetings - "It's not my money." I won't change my stance on getting a stove back in the gym, and pushing hard toward a community center more than a gymnasium. I certainly won't change my belief that Cowley needs to provide some kind of employment to keep our kids here instead of forcing them to leave the area to find work. Nor will I change welcoming people to town whether they are buying a home, building a home, or "just transients" renting a home, as a fellow candidate called renters. I won't change pushing for enforcement of existing ordinances and for codification of those ordinances. And I won't change believing that our town crew's first responsibility is to their maintenance and repair work instead of extra frills requested by others, especially when it involves spending the town's money for overtime pay. Well, I just guaranteed a full blown loss in the general election, didn't I, because after serving for 4 years there isn't a thing I've done that I would change!
 

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