I’ll admit it. Had I not grown up with grandparents and parents who exposed me to nature, I may not have known much about farm animals. I probably would not have really known much about chickens and their egg laying habits, but…
Here’s the story -
We have had extra eggs lately around our house. We just haven’t eaten as many as our wonderful hens have been happily producing. We box them up in cartons and share them with family and with friends.
We are always greeted with “ooh” and “ahh” over how large and beautiful they are. Have you ever seen Martha Stewart‘s eggs in her magazines or on her television show? Well, ours look just like that. Beautiful hues of browns, creams, and a turquoise from our Aracauna.
This week as I took eggs to a group of friends, there was a discussion about them.
First friend: “What do they taste like?”
Me: “Umm, they taste like eggs but a little bit richer. A little bit buttery.”
Second friend: “Why do they taste like butter?”
Me: “They don’t really taste like butter. I just meant they have a richer flavor.”
First friend: “Are there babies in there?”
Me: “They aren’t fertilized. Our rooster stays separate from our hens.”
Second friend: “Oh, then how did you get the eggs?”
Me: “From the hen. The hen lays the eggs.”
Second friend: “Well, then when would the rooster fertilize them?”
Me: “Before the hen lays them.”
First friend: “These blue eggs, do they taste any different? What do they look like on the inside?”
Me: “They taste the same as the others and look the same as the others.”
By this time, I’m really starting to wonder about why I am going through all of this to give away my eggs. Surely I could just use them in cooking and baking and freeze them. I could also try to separate them and freeze them like I’ve heard about doing but haven’t tried yet. Sure, that would work.
Second friend: “Why do they lay blue eggs sometimes, brown eggs sometimes, and white another time?”
Me: “Hmm, good question. I bet you could look it up on Google.”
I think we need a biology lesson.