Double yolker egg – can you spot it?
I’ve been bad about providing chicken updates this past month. You can bet that no update means everything is going just fine. Egg-cellent, some might say. Nothing fowl around here.
This week we got a double yolker! That’s right, my sweet girl came into the house with eyes as big as silver dollars, holding an egg about 2-3 times the size of the egg in her other hand. “Momma, it’s the biggest egg I’ve ever seen!” And it was.
And sure enough. We cracked that egg to find two yolks inside. Guess double-yolkers are more likely to occur when you have new chickens laying eggs – and it’s a little hiccup in the system. I feel bad for the poor girl who had to push this out! I imagine it’s a little like having a 13 pound baby when you’re hoping for a 6-8 pounder. But what do I know.
As couponers – we have to appreciation the TWO FOR ONE deal, right?
Anyone else see Cookie Monster’s face in that pan? Maybe I’m watching too much Sesame Street.
Not wanting to be wasteful, I tossed that double yolker into a frying pan. But it cooked up weird. One side was incredibly runny and the other side cloudy. And although it probably would have been absolutely fine to eat, I tossed it. Anyone eat a double yolker before? I bet it’s safe to eat a double yolker, but I didn’t really want to find out the hard way.
I’m guessing this egg come from one of our Barred Rocks. I know this because it was a brown egg and from one of the new chickens. Our Barred Rocks are the only “baby” chickens laying brown eggs right now.
This is the latest photos of one our Ameraucanas. Isn’t her coloring gorgeous? She lays greenish blue eggs.
Amelia, a Light Brahma, I always think of her as the grandma of the group. She’s definitely one of the biggest. Don’t you think she looks a little like a mother hen or grandma?
Amelia is notorious for being the first to raid my garden. She is always on the hunt for the good stuff and I think she believes it’s her personal responsibility to eat every red and ripe cherry tomato that she finds.
This is Girly, a Partridge Cochin, my son’s favorite chicken. She is a downright diva. She squawks every she has to lay an egg and she is the one most likely to go broody on us (meaning she sits in the nesting box for days trying to hatch the eggs).
It doesn’t matter what breed they are, or what colors eggs they lay, ALL our chickens adore my husband. He walks outside and you could say they flock to him. He’s the poultry king in their eyes. Or the chicken whisperer. Or the person who feeds them the most often. I don’t know. But if they all weren’t cover in feathers, I might be a wee-bit jealous. At least they have good taste.
Chicken footprints on the deck after walking in the dew-covered grass.
Life with chickens is good. So good that I dream of a owning a mini farm with more space where I can have more chickens. . .and maybe some goats. . .and some bees. And a greenhouse. And life in the backyard would just be more of these delightfully simple things. We’ll see what the future holds, but we have to save a lot of pennies (and clip a lot of coupons) before that will happen. Until then I’m still appreciating this little piece of bliss that we have.
What’s happening in your backyard this week? If you have chickens, how are they doing?