Ginger broke into the chicken coop the other day and had Ducky cornered when we walked out there. So the next day I can't find Hawk...
Me: Where is Hawk??...Oh no...Ginger ate her...no...I would have heard that...oh no...she died from the heat...(walking around the yard) where the heck is she??
Miss Adventure walks outside: Where's Hawk?? (This is her favorite chicken)
Me: Uhm...I don't know sweetie...oh Lord let me find her first...
Finally I check behind the AC unit on the side of the house...
*Gasp!* Is that what I think it is!? It is! An Egg!! Yay Hawk!
One egg?? No way 3 of them...
(No, I don't think this looks like a comfy spot to lay an egg either.)
The kids and I were so excited!! The next day she laid one more so Miss Adventure and I had 'Hawk Eggs' for lunch. Can you tell she thinks this is the coolest thing?
Now let me tell you...it was kindda wierd thinking...I own that bird. I feed it. I watch it walk around my yard. And now I'm going to eat it's eggs...what if a baby chick is in there?? (impossible btw) I dunno I was just a little freaked out about it. For your information a fresh homegrown egg is hard to break, has firm yolks, and has a deep orange coloring. This was all new to me.
Mmmm...fresh eggs and turkey bacon...it was a yummy, satisfying, powerful, homegrown experience {Grin}
Today as we pet her we made sure to say thank you for her eggs...
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