Teeny Tiny Eggs
*Update on Miss Pastey Hiney*
I know you all have been praying and loosing sleep over our Buff Orpington with the prolapsed pooper shooter. I think you should know that I stuck my fingers up that chicken THREE times before she got better. The third day she prolapsed I decided I had to take a different approach than the honey on the hiney. I used sugar instead of honey, genius I know. I also slathered her with vegetable oil and poured oil and 1/8th of an Ibuprofen in her food. I guess you could say she had her oil changed and a lube job to boot. Today when I checked on her she had laid TWO eggs and had managed to keep her crapolotic inside her poopmoreola. So there ya go, I can heal a chicken. Rechelle and I have discussed renaming my blog to “One Sick Chicken”, but that doesn’t apply anymore, so there.
This is our first dozen eggs. They are very cute and tiny.
See? I can fit all of them in one hand. Uh, do I need to mention that I do sorta have large-ish hands, but still.
I also dropped one on the wood floor right after I took this photo. You know what? It didn’t break!!! That my friend is the sign of a good egg, it should have a nice hard shell. I ate a big bowl of scrambled eggs this morning. My daughter ate some too and after a couple bites she said, “Mom, you want these?”
No. Aren’t you hungry?
“Yeah, I’m hungry, but scrambled eggs give me a headache.”
What? Do fried eggs give you headache?
“Nope, just scrambled.”
Is it me or is my daughter a bit weird?