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I had one of these weirdo eggs back a few months, and I fully intended to write about it.  Unfortunately, it seemed to have rolled right off the counter and broken on the floor before I could take a picture of it.  That is what happens to anything that the kids decide is small or “cute”.  They touch it too much and then break it.  I had better watch out for Inez.

Anyway, this is the illustrious “fart” egg or as the English so charmingly say, “wind” egg.  It happens when a chunk of reproductive tissue within the chicken breaks off inside her body and flows into the egg production part.  Her body naturally wraps the chunk in shell and plops it out dutifully.  If we break this little guy apart, there will not be a yolk, but rather a little chunk of grey tissue.

Isn’t that fascinating?  I tried to tell a chicken-keeping friend about this and she started making gagging/vomiting noises, so I had to stop.  I really wanted to tell my story!  I don’t know what her problem is.  I think it is way cool.

Another chicken neighbor has quite a collection of bizarre eggs, some tube shaped, and one covered in wavy divets.  Her husband blows the eggs out and keeps them in a bowl in their living room as a sort of conversation piece.  If I didn’t have a million other things to do today, I would do that too.  It seems clever, but as I have to get to the store and buy school supplies, finish dealing with rotting figs, pick up Francis at school, cook an amazingly clever and balanced gourmet meal, and get Francis to soccer practice by 6pm, well, you will just have to settle for this picture:

It is very small, you see. Small like a pen.

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