My broody little bantie, Squeakie, wasn't happy with me yesterday morning because I took the only egg that was laid all day. The chickens are affected by the heat too. They just don't want to make the effort.
Squeakie was upset. She wanted to sit on an egg and I, the mean Farmlady, took it.
"I always heard the expression, "It's so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk" and I always wanted to try it. I think you should find a spot in your yard with a bit of concrete or a flat rock and try it. Photographic documentation would make a great blog post."
I thought...Well what else have I got to do in this heat.
So, here it is.
Yesterday afternoon at 1:28 p.m...
It was hotter than a fire cracker lit on both end.
this was the condition of the egg.
By then the temperature had risen to 107 degrees, in the porch shade, so I gave up. It seemed like this egg was never going to cook. As far as I was concerned, I had collected all the data I needed, Maybe this egg would have fried on a rock in Death Valley but it wasn't going to fry itself here, in my yard.
This morning the damn egg was done.
It took all night and most of yesterday, but here it is.
Bacon or sausage?
Has anyone else done this experiment? Let me know. We can write a thesis... together.
This morning I found this monkey in the refrigerator.