My chickens continue to confound and astound.
Let's review the astounding part first.
You may remember their previous record-holding eggs.
Here's the latest.
I've run out of superlatives.
Unless you're a chicken-keeper, a 3-and-7/8-ounce egg may not mean much,
so let me offer up Exhibit A,
which might be more appropriately named Exhibit BFE.
I don't know why this happens. Perhaps it's their daily diet, which consists of
a few cups of chicken scratch, free-choice access to laying crumbles,
and various assorted kitchen scraps.
Here is a recent sampling of their snacks.
If you were a chicken, which would you prefer?
I was confounded by their choice of the wrinkly raw potato.
They ate the guts right out of it, ignoring the aged carrot and petrified frosty mini-wheats.
They also get an assortment of meat products, which they and/or JohnnyCashCat
hunt down in the front yard. I try not to look too closely when they're being carnivores
and am frequently surprised by what turns up in the pictures.
***warning...graphic image ahead***
Carolynn, Sigfrid, don't go there.
I'm quite sure Minnie is responsible for this week's record-breaking egg,
so perhaps all the extra protein had something to do with it.
I'm still waiting to take delivery on three new chickens (two Ameraucanas and one Welsummer).
I can only hope that they don't succumb to peer pressure when it comes to their eating habits.
