Did you know there are breeds of chicken that lay green or blue eggs? And you can even cross-breed with other breeds to get olive and pink eggs? I had no idea until tonight. My aunt gave us some fresh eggs from a neighbour, mentioning as she left that there was a green egg in there as well, because they have a special green-egg-laying chicken. Of course, I didn’t believe her, so I opened the carton to have a peek at this green egg. Here’s what I found:
A decidedly green egg. A very pretty green egg indeed.
Now, don’t worry, the egg itself is not green, only the shell. The chicken producing these pretty eggs is most likely to be an Araucana or an Ameraucana. Cross-bred from two South American breeds, the Araucana are a hardy chicken, usually happy to be picked up, but also content to roam the garden, making them both excellent layers and great pets. Standards differ from country to country, so they can be tufted or non-tufted, and tailed or rumpless, depending on region. Huh? Here’s a diagram for you:
I’m not so sure about the tufts, but I kinda like the whole rumpless look they’ve got going on. And I definitely like the whole rainbow egg sitch.
What do you reckon? Would a green-hued egg at breakfast weird you out?
You know who’s awesome? Emily is awesome.
“Who’s Emily?” You ask. Emily chopped off her hair to give it to sick kids who don’t have any. Emily is also three. Here, check her out:
See? Emily is awesome.
PS. Special mention to ‘Dolly’ for also getting her hair cut.
PPS. I would love Uncle Matthew to cut my hair! He looks like he gives good chop.
Usually when I get a song stuck in my head I end up going mad within a couple hours, and try desperately to drown it out with something else. Usually the songs I get stuck in my head also really suck. I’m a Little Teapot is a regular, I have no idea why.
This song. This one can stay forever, and I’m sure I wouldn’t mind. It’s so…happy! In fact, it is exactly what I’m like when I’m having a good day—full of joie de vivre, jumping beans, bounce, etc. Whenever I hear it I can’t help but want to boogie….and clap along.
I think I’ve found my new anthem!
A few weeks ago I lamented about the state of my poor fluffy friend, Bonnie. I was scared that the lump the vet had checked would be big, bad, cancer. The bad news is, the lump was a tumour—a smooth muscle tissue tumour, to be exact. The extra bad news is that she has also started developing a separate tumour in one of her mammary glands, which is a bit iffy, as it can spread to the lungs and cause cancerous growths. Because of her age and the location of the tumours, we can’t do much. Operating would likely be too stressful, and wouldn’t be 100% successful in removing the full tumour. Not great.
The good news is that, at this stage, the lumps are not likely to be hurting her. So the plan is to watch the lumps and hope they don’t grow too much. When they grow, then we get concerned and start considering options. Until then, she is getting lots of love, pats, treats, and cuddles. And she’s loving it!
Hurrah for the pup being okay! In celebration of her semi-positive results, here she is in her bed:
Yes, that really is where she sleeps. every time we repair it, she rips the bed apart again and crawls inside her self-made cocoon. I think in a past life she may have been a caterpillar.