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:
All I can say is: OUCH. Somebody give that hen an epidural, for crying out loud!
Charlie says, "Let's open it, mom!"
Yup. Two yolks.
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?
4 comments:
Great post! Especially considering you didn't have an exactly small baby! But why won't you eat the double yolk eggs? The couple of times we have gotten these from Eric and Cyndi the kids are so excited! Should I be worried that I fed them some mutant egg?
That's funny, Tiffany. Ainsley was telling me about the Strandberg's double-yolk eggs on Sunday.
I don't know, it just seems so wierd! But I know they are fine. It's just the thought... Same feelings as I had with our first few "normal" eggs, so I'm sure we'll get over it!
Now. However. Let me know if your kids start growing extra limbs or sprouting tails. Then we'll know to steer clear... Ha ha!
Wowsers!! That is one BIG egg!! Poor hen!!!
Haha - yikes!
That eggs looks very painful indeed.
That should teach those hens to stick with just ONE rooster at a time... :)
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