Why you shouldn't put chicken eggs in your pocket

I'll start  off by saying this could have been worse.  Also, I knew this was a bad idea when I put the egg in my sweatshirt pocket, but I didn't have anywhere else to put it.  We were in the back yard with the chickens, trying to figure out how they keep getting out of the netting -- Alex calls it "doing our research."  This included Alex chasing the chickens into the netted area and me bribing them to escape with cracked corn.  By the time we got home, I totally forgot about the egg.  We started playing with play doh, and I leaned over to pick up something and crack, the egg rolled out of my pocket and onto the floor at Alex's feet.  Alex thought this was hysterical.

If Will were home, he would have scrambled it for a snack, citing a five second rule.  It wasn't easy to clean up.  I'd like to say that I learned my lesson, but that remains to be seen.

We only have about a week of Chicken Nanny duty before Beth and Esteban return. Time sure flies!

This is Alex feeding the girls
(screeching "they're pecking me" and giggling).