I was recently gifted with this beautiful egg basket.
Look what happens if I put one egg in it.
The egg is so lost! It needs friends!
Did you notice that egg is blue? I love it when the chickens give me a blue egg. My Ameraucana hens (sometimes called “Easter-eggers”) lay pastel-colored eggs. The occasional blue egg is exciting because I mostly get green ones. Light green ones. Dark green ones. The brown eggs aren’t just brown, either. They come in all sorts of Crayola shades of brown–Burnt Sienna, Tumbleweed, Cedar Chest….
I love all my pretty eggs.
I love my new egg basket, too, but–
–what you see here are 16 eggs. They don’t even completely fill up the bottom of the basket!
How many eggs do you think this egg basket could hold? 50? 100?
Why has this egg basket come into my life? What if I start getting 100 eggs a day? What if the egg basket has powers? My grandchildren will be talking about Granny Suzanny who paid her mortgage selling eggs on street corners and how they always had to eat boiled eggs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner when they came to my house. I’ll pave our dirt road with crumbled egg shells. I’ll wear hats made out of meringue. People will call me the crazy egg lady. No one will know that it was THE BASKET.
Or it might just be a big, sweet basket that will make my hens….