On my way back from the chicken house, I realized that I spend a satisfying amount of time contemplating eggs. I could probably stand to spend more time doing so. I examine each egg as I gather it and put it in the egg bucket. At the egg cleaning station, each eggs receives a second, more detailed scrutiny, to determine if it is clean enough to be put in the carton, or needs a brief washing. Every now and then, an egg will be coated in the yolk and albumin of a thinner-shelled egg that just couldn’t stand the pressure of a broody hen (the chickens are fed crushed oyster shell to strengthen their bones and the egg shell – my best guess is that the thinner eggshells are either coming from very young or aging layers).