The Whopper

CLUCK, CLUCK, CLUCK!!!

We have had a certain egg for a couple of weeks now. I have been super protective over this egg, constantly reminding Dan not to eat it because I wanted to save it for it's own special post.

I call it, The Whopper.

I think it is the biggest egg we have ever collected from our girls.

Dan brought it in one night with the other eggs collected from that day, saying he didn't think it would fit in the carton the same way as the others. And it didn't.  (Hopefully you can see the comparison in these pictures. Again, my camera isn't the best. The Whopper is in the top photo and a regular sized egg is in the bottom photo.)

 

From that day on, The Whopper has been lifted up on a podium (the top shelf of the refrigerator) and safe from consumption and threats of being sold. Even now I have no plans to eat it or get rid of it. Part of me wants to keep The Whopper forever as a trophy as to what my birds are capable of producing.

I measured The Whopper using a soft tape measure from my sewing box. It measures 6 and 1/8 inch around.

Another random egg from the carton measured only 5 and 1/8 inch around.

We had another large egg, but it doesn't quite measure up to The Whopper, being only 6 inches around.

Here is The Whopper compared to an orange:

And here is a smaller, random egg selected next to the same orange:

I really wish I knew the girl who squirted out The Whopper. Not only would I give her The Employee of the Month award, but also a nice ice pack she can sit her bum on!


                                                                                             ...cluck... cluck... cluck...