Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Unaware We Were Playing a Game

Do you see anything?

How about now?

I'm sure you do now.

Eggs. Chicken eggs.

Twenty-two chicken eggs.
Twenty-two old chicken eggs.

Evidently, sometime last summer, my hens started a game of hide-and-go-seek.
They failed to tell me.


  1. How did some other critter not get ahold of them!? And how did you ever find them?!

  2. Warren, I have 25 ornamental grasses that line the drive to my house. Several years ago, I saw one of my hens pop out of the center of one. She'd done the same thing. I'm guessing she showed her hiding place to one of the other hens. Ever since then, I check those grasses. Too little, too late this time. :)
    As far as other critters not finding them, I don't know why.

  3. Dontcha just hate it when everybody but you is playing a game?! How FUNNY! In a sad sort of way, of course, because, DANG, it's sad to have all those eggs go to waste...but still, what *were* those girls of yours thinking? Was this some instinctual thing?

  4. That is way too funny. The girls should have let you in on the game of "find the egg"!!!

  5. Ohhhhh, those sneaky little girls! My girls love to watch me go on egg hunts - and I can hear them snickering behind my back while I'm searching. You'd think one could at least take a moment to yell out "warmer!" or "colder". Occasionally I find a nest with eggs that are fairly fresh, but most often the eggs are too old. Little heifers.