One of our two laying chickens has come good on one of her resolutions, which is presumably to lay bigger eggs in ’11. Either that, or try to impersonate an ostrich. I collected the whopper on the right a few minutes ago, still warm, and weighed it. It was 98g, or three and a half ounces in old money. The other eggs, also laid by our two laying hens, are more typical.
I have all sorts of things I’d like to do in 2011, though laying eggs of any size at all comes very low on the list. Lucky, then, that I have chickens to do that sort of thing. Here, in no particular order, as they say on the Xcrement Factor, is a randomesque pot-pourri of stuff.
* That all the people I know who have unaccountably come down with horrible diseases, get better;
* That all the people I know who are in legal and/or financial tzores rise above it, and discover a rich uncle in South America who’s bequeathed them his Smelly River Ordinaries;
* That I finally FINALLY can get down to work on The Myth of Progression: On The Tangled Bank of Darwin’s Imagination;
* That Defiant The Guinea Pig: Firefighter! finds a warm reception with a publisher;
* That we at the Maison Des Girrafes can complete a rather ambitious program of home improvement without going broke;
* That I’ll be able to see Norwich City FC promoted to the Premiership this year, so Crox Minor and I can go to Carrow Road to watch the Canaries play the kind of opposition they deserve.
And to all my readers (both of you) I wish eggsactly the kind of year you desire.





The eggspert next to me suggests that there could be an egg inside that egg. There may even be a video of someone opening such am egg somewhere on the intertubes.
We had a large egg like that from our Light Sussex chickens, it’s only happened once and it was a double yolker
It did not stop her laying a normal egg the next day and it was lovely scrambled for breakfast
Graeme
ps. I’d suggest wiping your eggs with a clean damp cloth before storing
Maybe is a egg with double yolk. One OOGGFUGs.
‘ps. I’d suggest wiping your eggs with a clean damp cloth before storing’
Oh for shame
Mrs Crox did say I should clean them before exhibiting their picture on this blog.
I’ve read polar opposite recommendations on cleaning eggs, so I don’t know what to suggest (I’ve only cleaned eggs prior to harvesting embryos for experiments, not relevant to this situation). Some claim that any dampness will allow bacteria to enter the eggshell. Undoubtedly some poultry scientist or doomsteader somewhere has the definitive answer.
Oof – poor chicken!
Happy New Year to you and yours, Henry!
@BarnOwl – thanks for that reassurance. Mostly we scrape off all the scrapable poo without wetting the eggs too much.
@Cath – thanks – you too! Hopefully see you when you come over in May? I am quietly agitating for bloggers to make up a charabanc to come to Cromer then to do Cromer Is So Bracing ’11. When we did CISB last May the weather was Scorchio: Mr G. S. of Glasgow’s pale Celtic complexion got rather burned, and Professor Trellis of North Wales started to look like a character from Easy Rider.
That egg weighs more than my bird!
Will omelettes be on the menu at CISB ’11?]
Just wondering.
All the best for 2011 Henry, and do tell your chicken to take it easy. Cleaning off the exteriors of eggs is one thing, but cleaning an exploded chicken off the inside of the coop is something entirely different. I imagine.
@Abeille – you can has budgie?
@ricardipus – yes, the Maison Des Girrafes has already been benefiting from my giant 8-egg Spanish Omelettes. Very binding. We haven’t had exploded chickens yet – more dead chickens, as some of the older members of the flock, bereft of life, having ceased to be, have gone to join the Choir Invisible. A sign of elderly chickens is the laying of eggs with little or no hard shell. We wondered why they were doing this until our friend Dr B. Z. of Chapel Hill, NC – who knows a thing about teh birdie biorhythms – told us that it was a sign of age.
Hi cromercrox,I’m curiosity is the egg with double yolker?
Happy new egg!
@Alejandro – I shall ask Mrs Crox. She and the Enormo-Egg are in Cromer. I, on the oter hand, am in Detroit, en route to Salt Lake City.