An Eggstraordinarily Sentimental Souvenir

December 3, 2008 | By | Comments (2)

When our flock laid their first little eggs, we were so amazed and pleased that we preserved the first two from each, as mementos. Maybe it’s a little silly, but hey, if you’ve never seen a chicken lay an egg—or held a heavy, just-laid, smooth warm egg in your hand—you’re happy to have a reminder of your first experiences of both.

We took the little eggs, blew out their contents, carefully rinsed and dried the shells, and packed them in bubble wrap. There they sat, swaddled and invisible, for months. Finally I thought, What’s the point of this when none of us can see them? So now they’re on display.

The four brown eggs in front were laid yesterday. Who knew that eggs get bigger along with the hen?



  1. Margo True

    Dear Rightwing,

    Wish we could see a picture of you on that Georgia chicken farm. Well, we practically can, thanks to your post! Hope your Scarlet survives and that you find your coyote urine…


    P.S. Thanks for the tip on not wearing white. I think we need to test it out on our half-dozen.

    December 6, 2008 at 2:28 am
  2. Rightwing Cowboy


    Yes, your sentimentality does seem a bit silly.
    As a youngster, growing up in Georgia, I spent a lot of time, summers and some weekends during the winter, on my uncle’s chicken farm in south Georgia. As a 5 year old I became a chicken herder. Uncle AW was just starting out in the egg business at that time. Skippy, my Aunt Joyce’s Jack Russel size mutt, and I would travel from the hen house to an upper field, about 300 yards, being followed by about 500 bitties. Well, I reckon they were a little bigger maybe, but not yet ready for a laying house. Today I wish I had pictures of those adventures which went on for about 3 years.
    Today I live in Arizona on my only little 1/8 of an acre. I have my two dogs, down from a max of 4, a desert tortice, and about 18 months ago I had Scarlet (named by my grand daughter) take up residence in our side yard. She roosts on the roof over our porch where the branches of a mesquite, a ficus, and an Italian Rock pine give her plenty of cover.
    Now I don’t remember too much about all the chickens my uncle had. They were white and medium size. Scarlet looks much like your Ophelia.
    I became a little concerned a few days ago when I found a black cat in the yard stalking her. It left in a hurry when I scatted it away. I’ve had to do that a couple of times. I’m going to the feed store tomorrow and see if they have any coyote urine that I’ll sprinkle around our fence. See if that will take care of the black cat, and I found out yesterday, a big gray one living under my neighbor’s single wide nextdoor.
    Great article on you eggs. My aunt would have had a real problem saving all those first two eggs on her farm. At one time they had 200,000 laying hens. Nope they weren’t crowded. Uncle AW was a bugger on making sure his chickens were well cared for.
    Have you ever heard of not wearing white around chickens. He wouldn’t and he wouldn’t let anyone entering the hen houses wear white. It would scare them and interrupt their laying for a couple of days.
    Again a great article…
    The Rightwing Cowboy

    December 6, 2008 at 12:41 am

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