Yesterday morning, at about 6:30 am, we could hear Henrietta out in the yard, complaining very loudly. After going out to investigate, we found the reason - a double-yolker! And wow, was it a whopper! She laid it, loudly, then proceeded to prance around the yard for another half-hour or so and continue to complain about it. Must have hurt. I think she was looking for some emotional support afterwards. I can relate, hey labor is hard stuff, 'specially when you've got an XL baby (or egg, as it may be).
Fast-forward to today. Another early-morning scream-fest in the hen house. Another 30 mins of marching through the yard, complaining about it to anyone who will listen. And this:
I guess I should admit it - Shawn and I are too "chicken" to eat the double-yolkers. Is that bad? You know, seeing as she went through ALL that pain and suffering to get it out?