we’ve got this thing, called chicken love!
so…this morning I was making up some eggs for breakfast and one of the eggs had what I can only describe as ashes inside.
Me: Yuck! I hate surprises when I crack open eggs.
Erika: You know that when we own our own farm and raise chickens, you’ll have to get used to that.
M: Used to what?
E: Fertilized eggs.
M: If they were eggs from our farm I would expect some fertilized ones, but if i bought them from an egg farm…you’ve got to question the kind of love that’s going on in those little chicken cages.
E: Ummm…I’m eating here!
Seriously, how does an egg get fertilized at a major egg factory if the chickens are all cooped up (all puns intended)?