While we visited the farm on Tuesday, my friend let the girls collect eggs.
These are chickens. They lay one egg a day.
The girls collected three chicken eggs. You do know what part of the chicken the egg comes from, right?
Two eggs went into brownies. One had to be thrown out, because it was cracked.
This is the daddy duck. He didn’t like us being there and squawked the whole time. All “his girls” followed him around the cage like he would protect them, or something. We are trying to hatch two of his children. Each of my children are taking turns sitting on the eggs. It keeps my kids occupied; should take almost a month.
We got six duck eggs. Two get to live, if they hatch, one went into bread yesterday, one went home with a friend, and I have two left to use. They are covered in poop. I am sorry I am bringing up poop again. It happens.
My friend also had some quail, but for some reason I didn’t get a picture of them.
Here are the eggs we got. The brown ones are chicken eggs, the white dirty ones covered in poop (I’m sorry I said poop) are duck eggs, and the cute little one in the front is a quail egg. It is spotted, not covered in poop (I’m sorry I said poop again). I am going to make Sir Husband a special omelet with it. 😀
Look what I laid, Mom! Haha, just kidding. Really, Mom, I was just kidding. NO, I DID NOT LAY THIS EGG!