Yes, it’s a pun. Not as good as some, of course; but perhaps no pun ever is. This egg is  a surprise to us since our little pullet (young hen) laid this egg on the same day that Honey attacked her and ripped out some of her feathers. (Rough day, huh?) We were surprised that a chicken egg could be that small. (It’s her first egg, and she’s a bantam. So we knew her first eggs would be small—but that small?) A third surprise was that there was no yolk in it. Oh well, it’s kind of a practice egg, I suppose.

And it gets the prize for the smallest chicken egg in our history.

It was laid by What’s-Her-Name, the black chick born last fall. (I forget what the kids named her. Oh wait—was it Fang?) We didn’t think she would start laying so early—about six months after she was hatched. I got a plug in the shot for comparison, along with a few other chicken eggs laid the same day.

One day we’ll be jaded chicken farmers and nothing they do will surprise us. But for now, we’re still kids on the farm, and lots of things are surprising, just like they are to our own kids.