As I got ready to leave for a belated Christmas party with “the girls” last weekend (our original date got snowed out), I was scrambling (excuse the pun) to collect our fresh eggs so I could bring a couple of dozen with me that they had requested.
Not all the hens are laying with the short days and frigid weather, but we can usually get a dozen together in a couple of days. However, the eggs were in high demand over the holidays, so we kept running out.
I was counting each egg and counting on the (other) “girls” (the hens) to give me enough that morning to complete the second dozen. I had two that still needed to be washed, so I washed those and set them on a towel to dry by the sink. Then I headed outside to the coop hoping for just that one more needed one!
It wasn’t there yet, so I went back through the house to take the dogs outside for a bit. Our weather has been crazy frigid, and they didn’t last long before their paws got cold. The Dadz got home early from work, and I then went back to the coop for one more try for that egg. I got it! The girls came through.
I brought it back into the house and set it by the sink, noticing that the other two eggs were gone. I thought I must have put them in the carton in the refrigerator already and forgotten I did it. As I stood there talking to Dadz, with Luke next to me, suddenly Dadz yelled “Luke!”. I turned around and the egg I had just set there was gone! Dadz had seen Luke steal it, and as I said “give it”, Luke dropped the egg, still completely intact, right into my hand!
It wasn’t even wet, but I wiped it off and went to put it into the carton in the refrigerator. That was when I discovered that I had not been forgetful, and the other two eggs were NOT there! I had not put them in there, and it didn’t take much detective work to figure out how they had disappeared from next to the sink while I was outside! Plus, apparently those first two were so good Luke still wanted a third. He has no shame in stealing it right in front of me either!
I then remembered the wet spot I had seen on the rug when passing through the house earlier. I thought that perhaps Luke had been lying there chewing on a ball, because he sometimes leaves a wet spot when he does that. I also worried someone had gotten sick, and since I saw Cricket licking the rug there, I thought that might be more likely. Now I knew that was the “scene of the crime”, and since there were no wet spots elsewhere, Luke must have carried the eggs intact to that rug (pretty good trick, I’d say!).
In case you’re worried, it is perfectly fine for dogs to eat whole, raw eggs, shell and all (especially when they’re so fresh, and organic!). I do give them each a raw egg some mornings, but I don’t usually include the shell (they are a good source of calcium), because I usually rinse the shells and crush them to give back to the chickens (they need that calcium too). The dogs always seem to like it when I do that, and now I know for sure that Luke loves his eggs!
I guess that makes him even more of a true farm dog now! Should I send him out to the coop to collect eggs maybe? He could apparently collect them without breaking them!
Yeah, probably not. 🙂