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Which One of These Is Not Like the Others?


Can you spot the egg produced by my Ladies? The others are from a local, cage-free egg supplier. All that day-glow orange comes from the presence of beta-carotene in my girls’ diet. For a run-down of egg carton labeling, check out this previous small measure post. In the meantime, I’m about to enjoy a bit of what we’ve affectionately dubbed “Frogs In A Bombshelter” (our cheeky play on “Eggs in a Nest”).  

10 Responses to Which One of These Is Not Like the Others?

  • Stacey says:

    Wow! Seeing that makes me want my own chickens even more! If only I didn't live in an apartment…Someday!

  • Anonymous says:

    Looks delicious.

  • I love it! We have had our “ladies” for 4 months and we are in love. I especially love the gratitude and happiness we receive when we give the eggs to friends – everyone comments on the difference in colour and flavour too. I really don't think I will ever be able to go back to store bought eggs – EVER! Long live the little ladies (even if they do eat all the strawberries in our garden).

  • Beth says:

    Beautiful. I would love to have chickens! I don't have a good place to put them that's 50 ft from my house– that's the ordinance here in LA. Someday, for sure!

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  • Suzie says:

    Thats amazing the difference in the colour. I'm sure the flavour is much better too. I have always wanted to have my own chickens, but its just not practical at this point in my life – oh roll on the house in the countryside…the plans I have! :)

  • Carla says:

    On the rare occasions when I can get real eggs I am so pleased and excited. There is such a difference in them and commercially produced eggs. Alas, our homeowner's associate specifically forbids poultry. Besides, I think the hawks would have them for breakfast, lunch and dinner without serious help.

  • It confirms what I've known all along – that cage free eggs are not what they are “cracked-up” to be. Just because they are labeled cage-free, doesn't mean they are the healthiest choice for your family. Here's a link to my article about being fooled by labels and why manufacturers and food growers often use terms that are meaningless to get consumers to buy food. Having your own chickens is clearly a great choice!http://agriculturesociety.com/2009/12/04/reading-labels-in-the-store-dont-be-fooled-by-marketing-lingo/

  • Jennie says:

    love the photo.

    so sad my city is still against city chickens.

    so, so sad.

  • Coincidence, I just posted about my chickens and their orange yolked eggs. We got our own chickens earlier this years and they all just started laying, saving me a lot of money. To get true pastured eggs is expensive! But the color of the yolks sure tells all.

  • Tony R. says:

    I love the name! we grew up calling them “toad in the Hole!”