Eggs. I love eggs. I love all the weird things about having birds who lay eggs.

Every now and then a shell will not form all the way. This is different from having a thin shell, which means your birds need more calcium. We keep track of how many broken eggs there are to gauge if we are needing to check the quantity or quality of the oyster shell bits we put out for the birds. Sometimes the shell pieces are too big, and so are unavailable as a supplement, even if they are sitting right there!

A soft shell, however, usually is a sign of stress. Sometimes it is either heat or cold, and sometimes it happens when we change their pasture. And sometimes it just seems random.

Another interesting phenomenon is the color of the whites. I was making a frittata and noticed the pullet eggs had very yellow whites, whereas the new duck eggs were the normal clear. It doesn't show well in this photo, but all the eggs, being fresh, stood up really high!

Given the surfeit of eggs in the house, Artemis cajoled me into making chocolate mousse.

Sugar, eggs, chocolate, butter, coffee, rum, and a lot of whipping!

We had to take time out and watch The French Chef episode for mousse. Worked like a charm.

Lilith, however, said she preferred her thumb.