We have eggs again,
That’s right you heard me we have eggs again,
So bright and yellow, fried or scrambled, I don’t care,
I’m just so glad to have those eggs again…
The Unfortunate Moult of 2012 left us sans oeufs for several sad months. We eventually started buying eggs. Oh how I hate to stand in front of those many many options, weighing the cost against the quality and the environmental and animal welfare choices they represent. And, of course, they weren’t all that tasty.
But that sad, dark time has passed. We are very lucky that our hens recovered from the harrowing deprivation they experienced in August, once again granting us the bounty that comes from their butts.
(Technical note: The eggs do not come out of their butts, but rather the ‘cloaca’, which is an all-in-one, multi-purpose orifice. Although ‘cloaca’ is vernacular for ‘sewer’ in Spanish, the bird cloaca is sanitary for egg passage. As the eggs descend the reproductive tract, a flap of tissue unfolds over the common area so that the egg can leave the hen’s body without touching anything that her waste touched. Nif-T)