Our First ...... Goose Egg
Remember little Harry, Larry and Mo with their Mum, Mother Goose the Hyline hen.
They got bigger and bigger until they towered over their Mum. But she did what all good Mums do and taught her offspring what to eat, where to sleep and what was good chicken etiquette, she was slightly alarmed when they started bathing in buckets, paddling in water, eating grass in preference to layers pellets and running around with their wings outstretched.
But she nurtured them until they were almost grown up before turning her back on them and sitting on some regular sized eggs. They in turn took over guarding their friends the chickens with gusto. Wandering round as a trio at all times, never far from each other for long and if one should stray a couple of honks from the others brings them all back together.
Just recently Harry has fell in love with me, seemingly I am her new Mum and she follows me around in Chicken World whenever I'm there doing my chores. It's hard to clean out a henhouse with a goose neck wrapped around your ankle, or fill up a feeder with a goose nibbling at your wellies, but I love it she's so affectionate and now either her, or one of her sisters has laid us an egg, our very first goose egg, we are chuffed.
Here it is next to a hens egg.
And here it is next to a bantam egg.
Here they are all together.
And here's Suky who didn't know what all the fuss was about.
And here's my breakfast this morning .... scrambled hens egg on the left hand side and half a scrambled goose egg on the right. Slightly different in texture and almost the same in taste (the goose egg was fluffier with a slightly deeper eggy taste), but both lovely and fresh and yummy to eat.
Now I'm absolutely full to bursting and sat here sipping a black coffee.