Right before noon, it got very quiet down there, and Gerry went to investigate. Etta was sitting on her egg, Gerry gently scooped it out from under her and she was ok with it all. He brought it in the house, still warm, sweet little egg.....
I struggled for a minute about whether I was going to actually be able to eat it..... but, hell yeah, that's what we got them for!
I held her for a bit and thanked her for the egg, she settled down and seemed to be over the trauma.
The shell was nice and hard, not too hard, but not thin and rubbery like I have been reading. I have read that the pullet eggs would be misshapen, rubbery, thin..... not my girls. They are eating the best organic non GMO food on the market, it's expensive, but that egg they produce is going in my body, I want it to be healthy! I give them dark leafy greens, tomatoes, cucumbers, whatever we eat, they eat. I think the good care paid off. This was a fine egg.
I'm sure this is nothing new for those of you with chickens (you are probably laughing at me by now, haha), but this has been the most fun animal raising I have had in a long long time!