Words and pictures from the author of the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries
Hope that chicken gets extra lovin' this morning. Did you crack it yet? Double yolk maybe? Or perhaps a monster's head!
Perfectly ordinary inside -- and the shell was the usual weight, not rubbery as sometimes happens. We have one ancient hen -- this may be hers and her egg-making equipment may be winding down.
I have a feeling stewed chicken will soon be on the table.
That's really weird!
No stewing for the old biddy. When our layers quit laying they stay on as boarders till nature carries them off.
Vicki, thank you for allowing the "old biddies" to live out their lives peacefully! Love that! 💘
I have never seen anything like this before Vicki. It's almost frightening. 😳
If she wasn't she's thinking retirement now.
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