Cluckers finally laid a third egg.
Well, that’s not entirely true. She’s been laying an egg every day since the second egg–but none of them had any shells! There was just a thin membrane and a puddle of albumin.
I think this was my bad. I did not have oyster shell or grit in the coop, thinking the chickens were getting plenty of calcium and minerals from the dirt they were eating. Lesson learned. They have plenty of both, now; I bought and provided these things yesterday, and Cluckers laid an egg (with shell) this morning.
I ate the second egg fried. I think. Actually, I don’t know how to cook any type of egg except hard-boiled. But this time I decided I wanted a fried egg, so I cracked the shell and let it sit in the pan and cook. I guess that’s fried. The yolk was not runny, it was cooked all the way through. Is that sunny side up? I really have no idea what all that means. I guess I’m going to have to learn how to cook eggs.
Anyway, the second egg was quite tasty.
A Chicken Story 