Winter Egg

I lift the roof on the roosting box in the chicken coop and every few days there is an egg nestled in the old hay I use as bedding.

In the spring, we get so many eggs we can’t eat them all.  But this time of year each egg is a little sun in  the winter to be savored.

Not all the eggs are as clean as this one.  Sometimes they have chicken poop stuck to them, other times a little downy feather.  A suggestion of what the egg might have become if there was a rooster on the farm.

I’m aways sure to eat the egg the next morning while it’s still fresh.

Thirteen minutes in boiling water leaves the orange center a bit soft and the white around it the texture of warm custard.

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