So here’s the deal: out of all our chickens, only one has decided to pull her weight in the breakfast department. Her name? Joe Beaknett (yes, like from The Office—don’t judge, it fits her). And listen, Joe may be the lone ranger in egg production, but she is consistent. One egg a day. Like clockwork.

Now, Joe refuses to use the nice, cozy nesting boxes we built for her. Nope. Too basic. Instead, she insists on sneaking into her favorite random corners of the coop. And every day, Skylar is on egg patrol, checking every nook and cranny like he’s on a high-stakes Easter egg hunt.

Yesterday, though… things got real.

Joe comes up to the coop door making these guttural dinosaur noises at me (think Jurassic Park meets feathered diva). I finally cave and let her back in. She struts to her spot, flops down dramatically, and begins her sacred egg-laying ritual. A few minutes later—boom. She gets up, and there it is. Fresh egg.

Skylar rushes over, all excited, scoops it up… and then freezes.
“Mom. Why is it HOT?”

I’m like, “Well… because she just laid it?”

And then came the horror:
“Wait… so this came out of her BUTT? HOT?! That’s gross.”

I tried to explain it wasn’t exactly her butt, but the damage was done.
“So eggs are just… butt nuggets?”

At this point I’m choking back laughter.
Skylar: “So this whole time, I’ve been eating eggs that chickens POOP out of their butts? And they’re hot poop eggs?!”

And there it is. The childhood innocence of loving scrambled eggs forever ruined in one farmyard biology lesson.

So now, thanks to Joe Beaknett’s hard work and Skylar’s newfound “knowledge,” we don’t just eat eggs around here. We eat butt nuggets.

You’re welcome. 🥚😂