Angelina: What are these things?
Phoenix 1: I’m not sure, but they look rather delicious.
Queenie: They’re chicken eggs, you morons. Well, I think they are … they dropped out of the woman’s bag of cabbage. Don’t touch them – they could be from the shop!
Tapper: How do you know they’re not duck eggs?
jmgoyder 
Here on the Farmlet there would be no questions…
Just lots of pecking and eating!!! The little Weechu (my lone Guinea hen) starts it and then there is a frenzy to see who will get the shells!
~ Lynda
Weechu – what a great name!
Whose eggs were they?
Alas, with 3 roosters and one elusive hen, they were indeed from the shop!
Hi,
Loved the way you did this post. 😀
Curiosity well done, and lovely photos.
Thanks!!
I like the amusing dialog here!
Thanks!
Do you not have other hens that lay eggs?
Not any more – all gone due to fox – alas. I will get some more.