Chicken eggs are wussy
I miss our duckies – just before Christmas they went to their new home. They got lucky – their new family sings to them and they have 6 acres of land to frolic in. Their new family are starting an organic farm, and Moonbeam & Mulva are their first livestock.
Yes – I only named 2 ducks. Mr. Keating died sometime in October, and our darling Macaroni was killed by a raccoon in November. We were crushed. Owning livestock is a learning experience, and we still feel the ghosts of our daily rhythms. Sometimes in the morning I think Oh crap we forgot to let the ducks out, or at night I realize with a start that they need to be put away. Or when I open the front door it feels strange not to hear raucous quacking. It’s nice not having the responsibility, but I really look forward to having ducks again.
And now we’re back to chicken eggs. Chicken eggs are wussy. They’re small (even the jumbo ones). The shells seem unduly thin and the yolk is watery & flimsy. It’s the difference between Schwarzenegger and the proverbial 98 pound weekling. We gave one of our neighbors some eggs in summer as thanks for helping us out and a few days later the best he could say was I can stomach ‘em with measurable distaste. It took some self-control not to tell him what a wuss he was. Every time he rides by on his Harley I always think that he’s not as bad-ass as he looks