When I checked out at the grocery store the cashier said, “Oooooh, what are you going to do with the sugar pumpkin?”
I said, “Huh?”
She said, “Are you going to make a pie?”
I said, “Ahhhh, no. I’m buying it for some friends.”
She said, “Really?”
I said, “Yep. We’re having a big party.”
She said, “Well one won’t be enough.”
I said, “You’re probably right.”
Giggled all the way home.
These little girlies have been working super hard these days.
These super duper jumbo eggs were all layed within a few days of each other. Now, you can’t really tell how big they are here. So I’ll help you.
The one on the right is a normal egg–the kind we get every day.
The magical part about these enormous eggs–aside from the how-the-heck-did-they-DO-that?!– is that when you crack them open…
they have double yokes!!
Soooo…the regular 3 egg omelet becomes a family event!
I have no idea who’s eggs they were, but they all seem to be walking just fine.
Hahaa. Nice going, girlies!
Every dang day–this is what we gather in our cute little basket from our even cuter little hens.
And it’s getting to the point that we can merrily share with people we REALLY like and still have a zillion eggs to eat ourselves. Old Rhenny boy is in scrambled-egg Heaven.
And THAT, my friends, was the goal.
Oh, myyyyy the girlies were curious.
All that sawing and banging and fussing around…
just to get a bigger, better place for them to live and breathe before they start laying eggs in the bushes.
I’m pretty dang sure they love the sweet nesting boxes, the cute little chicken-sized door…
and the lovely, palatial night roost–with room for 12 sleeping birdies.
Thanks Rhen and Trent, for all your hard work. I appreciate it and so do the ladies.
Best of all–
it was finished just in the nick of time!
I’ve decided my grand kids can be the country folk that I always wanted to be.
They love it. I love it. The birdies love it.
I’m having so much fun with the chickens, I keep forgetting that we’re going to get eggs someday.
Serendipity, for sure.