Recently a friend – knowing I was short on eggs due the raccoon devastation last summer – shared a shopping bag full of them with me.
I reached in the bag and pulled out two cartons full of eggs in every color of the rainbow – and then I noticed another container.
A closer examination revealed 4 mammoth eggs.
I quickly sent her a text asked, “Who or what critter laid those monstrosities?”
Her reply – a goose.
Wow! I know understand why we call a bump on the head a goose egg. Those things are huge!
I feel like Wilma Flintstone when I crack one – which isn’t easy since the shells are so very thick. I almost expect to find a baby dinosaur looking up at me!
We thought about dying them for Easter – but decided they would be way too easy to find in an Easter egg hunt.
So how big are these eggs?
Buddy boiled one and made a deviled egg so big he could only eat half.
It only takes the whites of 5 eggs to make an entire angel food cake.
But the most amazing thing of all is that one egg will fill up Pedro.
Now that’s a big egg.
It’s spring in the country – finally!
The south wind is blowing, the laundry is on the clothesline, the birds are singing outside my window, and my refrigerator is full of eggs!
Our chickens go into a molt during the cold dark winter months. They loose their feathers and stop laying.
And I have to <gulp> buy eggs. Colorless, tasteless, store bought eggs.
Then as the days grow warmer and the daylight increases, the chickens slowly start laying again.
The first fresh egg of spring is an Occasion with a capital O! The bright yellow yolk just smiles at you from the skillet!
But as the daylight continues to increase, so does the egg production. One dozen a day, then 2 dozen.
We have eggs for breakfast, lunch and supper.
We pull out all the egg recipes: angel food cake, pudding, egg casseroles, egg-chiladas.
My refrigerator is now full of eggs. We can’t keep up. It’s time to start selling.
We’re not the only ones, all over the countryside you see the hand-printed “Eggs for Sale” signs at the end of the farm lane.
It’s a sign of spring in the countryside and for a little while, we country folks feel very rich!