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Hard-boiled

Everything’s bigger in Texas.

Just ask Cookie Smith’s chickens.

Not that the three hens are saying who laid the ‘super egg’ in Cookie’s chicken coop in Abilene…

But you can be sure one of ‘em is feeling it.

The shape and color of the mutant egg were consistent with the hens’ usual production.  But it measured an entire inch longer and weighed in at five ounces — three times the norm.

And it’s no wonder.

When Cookie cracked the big egg open, another egg — completely intact — came rolling out inside the first egg’s white.

Yep, the chicken-who-does-not-wish-to-be-named produced a rare ‘double egg,’ which experts say is perfectly safe to eat.  But Cookie took a pass.  And who can blame her?

A double stuff Oreo it’s not.

Cluck couture

The first snow flurries are falling in New York City today, and the wind chill is especially raw.  So Rory Dog is sporting his winter coat.

I have found a dog wearing winter gear warrants one of four reactions from passersby:

  1. Smile
  2. Impromptu conversation
  3. No reaction at all
  4. “The Smirk”

To all bearers of “The Smirk,” this entry will no doubt add to your animal coddling trauma…

A group in the UK rescues hens from battery farms — egg layers in crowded factory cages.  Many of the hens have lost their feathers due to the poor farming conditions, so volunteers knit little sweaters for the hens to wear while they are healing to survive the brutal English winters.

Then they find the hens new homes.  Many become family pets.

How awesome is that?

The group is called Little Hen Rescue.  Knitting sweaters is just one of many good things they do.  You can check out their website, friend them on Facebook, even donate if you’d like.

Or you can smirk.

It just makes me proud to see people treat animals with such compassion.