Ella eggs, and the dark art of irony
October 18, 2011 § Leave a comment
We’ve blogged before about the nature of Ella-eggs, and how covetous Stewart is of them. We’ve been (metaphorically) holding our breath waiting to see when she’d start laying again. Or if – she’s five now, so well past her laying prime (and lets face it, it’s never been all that prime, number-wise). Part of the reason we delayed shifting the chooks into the new run was because we try to worm them before moving, and that means eggs are off limits for a number of weeks until the wormer clears their system.
But this morning we gave up waiting, and gave the girls their first dose of wormer.
Yes, Ella has just laid an egg. Technically it would have been ok to eat – the egg would have been coated in shell and no longer absorbing anything from her system for a good couple of hours before being laid (they’re in the egg pouch having shell laid down for 20-odd hours, if I remember correctly). But Ella saved us from having to make that decision by thoroughly smashing her egg and rubbing it through the entire nestbox-worth of litter.