The other morning while I was having my first coffee of the day, and catching up on all my regular blogs, I happened to wander over to my favourite chicken coop so that I could look in and see what dear young Mother Hen was up to. You see, she really is one of my favourite bloggers, never failing to put a smile on my face and get my day off to a good start. On this particular morning I arrived to find that the wonderful lady in question had gone into the moviemaking business and from what I saw at first glance, she was looking to compete with Stephen King no less. What else could I think when her post was titled “The Mystery of the Monster Egg“. Well, I’ll tell you, the video lived up to its name, the suspense was almost unbearable, and the climax left my heart palpitating at a rate best reserved for salsa dancing. It was only because God really likes me that I even survived the experience.
But survive it I did, and after doing so, it occurred to me that when I grow up I want to be just like Mother Hen. Then it occurred to me, that I was grown up, and already older than Mother Hen. And then it occurred to me, that we were alike in another way also. You see, Mother Hen raises chickens, and chickens lay eggs. Well me, I raise worms, and worms lay eggs. So I thought since Mother Hen showed off her eggs, maybe I should show off my eggs, and then I could be just like Mother Hen, except older, and not as funny or as good-looking, or stuff. So here we go, the first two pictures are of the eggs, and the next three pictures, are of the stuff I have to look through to find the eggs. Just in case anybody is interested, each of the eggs is about the size of the head of a pin, and can contain anywhere between one and twenty spawn, but the usual average number is four. The “stuff” that I have to look through is partially eaten cardboard, newsprint, peat moss, and assorted food scraps. In this current state, it’s a very rough vermicompost, but pretty soon the percentage of worm cast is going to be high enough that I’m going to have to remove the worm population and give them some fresh bedding to live in.
So there you go, now I can be just like my hero, Mother Hen. Of course, her eggs are a lot larger than mine, and at least some people would say the food they produce is tastier to eat , but despite the fact that mine are teeny-weenie little eggs, they’re much more prolific than the ones the chickens lay, and either one of my bins could contain thousands of these little suckers at any one time; the math is simply incredible. And oh, there is one other point of similarity that some people might find interesting, though many others might just find gross, so I am warning you now that what follows is not for the more delicate among us. One of my worms favourite foods could be found in the chickens toilets, if chickens used toilets, but I’m sure you get my meaning.
And that’s it for now, I’ve got a whole bunch of pictures that need to be sorted, and I’ve got to try and get that done while all I can hear is the noise coming from the worm bins as those oversexed worms are getting frisky again. I guess they’re trying to replace the eight eggs I took out. In the meantime, everybody stay healthy, and happy, and keep up all the great writing. I’ll read you later.