I really thought I was done hatching eggs for a while.
But really, I should know better than to actually voice that thought. Because just as soon as I said it out loud, I got an offer I couldn't refuse...from someone who in no way could have heard me make the actual statement, but who has a habit of randomly surprising me with offers I can never ever in any way even think about refusing.
And that's how I ended up with these...
But really, I should know better than to actually voice that thought. Because just as soon as I said it out loud, I got an offer I couldn't refuse...from someone who in no way could have heard me make the actual statement, but who has a habit of randomly surprising me with offers I can never ever in any way even think about refusing.
And that's how I ended up with these...
I heard that gasp. I'll give you a moment to compose yourself...
Ready? Ok, these eggs are some of the darkest chicken eggs on the planet, delivered right into my hands straight from the coop of some of the most elite-ranking French Black Copper Marans chickens ever to roam the earth.
See why I couldn't turn them down? And you don't even want to know what these can sell for.
Or maybe you do, since I know that you and I tend to think alike. So think "three figures" with a dollar sign in front of them.
Yep. I said three. So no, I didn't fry them up for breakfast; I stuck them right into that very incubator that I had just previously decided to shut off.
I do make a smart move every now and then.
And now I have the possibility of hatching some very cute and fuzzy chicks out of these captivatingly chocolate brown eggs so that then I can raise them up to give me even more of these devilishly dark-shelled delights.
I know you can't see me right now, but I'm literally quivering with excitement...which is why I'm kind of glad you can't see me right now.
Apparently it's my turn to compose myself. And I'll get right on that...mainly so I can get right back to staring at the incubator. Gazing expectantly at that warm styrofoam box, eagerly anticipating the first faint peep and the first peek at the cute little creatures pecking their way out into the world is just too much to resist.
I'm not sure, but I may be slightly obsessed. I'm sure you'd never know it by looking at me...
Ready? Ok, these eggs are some of the darkest chicken eggs on the planet, delivered right into my hands straight from the coop of some of the most elite-ranking French Black Copper Marans chickens ever to roam the earth.
See why I couldn't turn them down? And you don't even want to know what these can sell for.
Or maybe you do, since I know that you and I tend to think alike. So think "three figures" with a dollar sign in front of them.
Yep. I said three. So no, I didn't fry them up for breakfast; I stuck them right into that very incubator that I had just previously decided to shut off.
I do make a smart move every now and then.
And now I have the possibility of hatching some very cute and fuzzy chicks out of these captivatingly chocolate brown eggs so that then I can raise them up to give me even more of these devilishly dark-shelled delights.
I know you can't see me right now, but I'm literally quivering with excitement...which is why I'm kind of glad you can't see me right now.
Apparently it's my turn to compose myself. And I'll get right on that...mainly so I can get right back to staring at the incubator. Gazing expectantly at that warm styrofoam box, eagerly anticipating the first faint peep and the first peek at the cute little creatures pecking their way out into the world is just too much to resist.
I'm not sure, but I may be slightly obsessed. I'm sure you'd never know it by looking at me...
This is as composed as I get. Especially when I'm holding extremely rare, deliciously dark, fantastically fertile eggs!
Simply incredible!
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