Every morning around 11, I visit my little chicken coop.
It’s my daily ritual — like checking the post,
except what I get are warm, brown, perfectly shaped eggs.
But today?
Surprise.
Inside one nest sat a regular egg…
and next to it, the tiniest quail-sized egg I’ve ever seen! 🐣
Now, let’s be clear.
I don’t own a quail.
Just one proud Brown Shaver,
three Rhode Island Red hens,
and a rooster who thinks he’s the king of the world. 👑🐓
So where did this baby-sized egg come from?
My curiosity took over.
I gently placed the tiny egg in a pan,
added a little oil,
and cracked it open like a scientist in an apron.
And what did I find?
A half-formed egg!
The white was barely there,
the yolk wasn’t even yellow yet —
more like a yolk dreaming of becoming one someday. 😅
I stared at it and thought,
“Oh no… I can’t exactly put this back inside the hen, can I?”
Poor thing.
So I just laughed —
because maybe that little egg wasn’t a mistake after all.
Maybe it was just… practicing.
🌿 Today’s Lesson:
Sometimes in life,
we all lay a few “half-formed eggs.”
Moments that aren’t perfect,
days that feel unfinished.
But that’s okay —
it just means we’re still becoming whole. 💛
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