Washing eggs in the late afternoon.
Bolt, our Speckled Sussex, lays pinkish eggs with lavender speckles.Â When I find one of hers in the nest box amongst the deeper browns laid by the Australorps, and blue and greens of the Auracanas, I can’t help but smile.Â So utterly different than anything on a grocery store shelf, and so very beautiful.
Every time I wash a batch of eggs, a certain poem runs through my head, and I chuckle to myself.Â Ruth was helping me box up the clean eggs, and gave me a raised eye brow and a bit of an eyeroll.Â (Because moms are so corny to an almost-ten year-old, you know?)
Here it is, so that when you’re washing (or cooking, or eating) eggs, you can chuckle to yourself, too.Â 🙂
byÂ Shel Silverstein
Iâ€™m not exaggerating.
You can tell by my eggspression
Cooked eggsactly right
By an eggspert
With lots of eggsperience.
Now Iâ€™ll eggsamine the billâ€¦.
Ooh–much more eggspensive
Than I expected.
I gotta get out of here.
Whereâ€™s the eggxit?