Everyone knows about the goose that layed the golden egg, but what about the chicken that layed the Christmas egg? Well Eunice had a nice present for me waiting out in her nest in the coop this morning! Seems the hot oatmeal she had for breakfast on Christmas day inspired her to take a notion to lay her weekly egg …. or it could have been because its full moon week, who knows.
Nobody ever eats Eunice’s eggs – she’s just too dad-blamed old and has seen too much in the world to have old folks like us taking her pride and joy(s) and scrambling them into breakfast. How insulting! Nope… only the most ingenious things happen to Eunice’s eggs, like the time I saved a bunch, blew them out and made a lovely wind-chime with her speckled, hollowed out eggs – all nice and twirly and glistening in the sunshine on the front porch. No, they didn’t make any magical sounds but it sure did look pretty.
Eunice is a wonderful pet, and a prize winning Chauntecler hen who’s relatives come all the way from Paris, France. Her great, great, great, great, great, great Grand-Cock won a ribbon at a big fowl show at Madison Square Gardens in the 1940’s. He was as handsome as Fred Lorenzen I tell ya! Wattles and all!
So now Eunice’s egg is simply sitting on the window sill of the kitchen until I can figure out what ingenious thing to do with it. And Eunice is in her nest enjoying some fresh chicken scratch and thankful that someone is babysitting her “kid” while she gets her beauty rest!
Goodbye to the good folks, Beulah!
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