When the eggs started arriving, they showed up all over the place. So I looked all over the place. Then the ladies settled down and started using the nesting boxes exclusively…or so it seemed. And so I foolishly relaxed.
Y’know how I’m always bitching about how stupid chickens are? Well, they outsmarted me…

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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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Oh. My God. Gotta wonder how many of those have little embryos forming…
That was my first thought too. (little embryos)
I got a good laugh on this one, Joel – after the first photo caption I was wondering if you’d found a chick. What was that book title going to be – “Chickens iz Stoopid” or such?
Ever heard of ‘candling an egg’? Might want to familiarise yourself…
Yup, I am adding my experienced voice to the two folks above. Candling is a goooood idea when you have that many eggs of uncertain date-of-lay.
I do like PNO’s title “Chickens Iz Stoopid” though…
I can’t remember now if you still have a rooster. If so, then candling would be in order. Otherwise, if those eggs are not more than a week old they should be ok. It’s cool there now. Different story in the summer, obviously.
And, just for the record, that’s not a smart chicken, that’s just normal behavior. sigh. I had several over the years that would go to unbelievable lengths to hide a nest of eggs. Something about darwin and an instinct to procreate. Hardwired into them, so to speak. But they’ll do it in the absence of a rooster too. They don’t know the difference.
I have isolated those eggs from the ones I’ve been saving for you, Landlady. But the overall count should increase more quickly now. 🙂