15.11.39

Last night a little rain, today fine, still & mild. Dug 2 more trenches. Cut down some of the herbaceous plants. Some of the phloxes will have to be split up. Another double egg. By the look of them all the double eggs I have seen recently come from the same bird, tho’ it is always said locally that a double egg means the beginning or ending of a clutch.

9 eggs. Sold 1 score @ 4/4.

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8 Responses to 15.11.39

  1. The Ridger says:

    Do double eggs hatch into identical twin chicks? Tiny ones, I suppose. Or can the egg not support two?

  2. I meant to ask the following question the last time he mentioned “double egg”:

    Does he mean “double yolk” or an actual “double egg?”

  3. Fay Shirley says:

    I suspect he means double yolks, as they are relatively common. But I guess we will never know – maybe he just had a rather unusual hen!

  4. Full Disclosure:
    I have a habit of looking things up. I didn’t mean to imply that I ever knew there was even such a thing as a “double egg” until George introduced me; albeit inadvertently.

    Imagine if we were all artists and we each, individually, were to illustrate this blog. This might apply to most genres. I, personally, would exclude porn, of course.

    I am currently listening to Tchaikovsky’s Symphony No. 4 in F minor, Op. 36 and wishing that I could write like that.

  5. Steve says:

    There is, in the scientific literature of about GO/EB’s time, a paper about twin chicks (one lived one, the other two days) and a paper about an actual double egg: a shelled egg inside an eggshell.

  6. Double yolks are beautiful when they reveal themselves without warning, bright-eyed, splayed in a sizzling skillet. Extra toast and strawberry preserves are called for in many instances. A pile of sausage and bacon on the side for sure.

    I wonder if Mr. Blair is still giving the hens that designer Hen Food he purchased in the recent past. Anyway, it seems his investment in the hens–whatever it amounts to–has paid increasing dividends (some, eerily unforeseen) to this point.

    The obsessive trench-digging is obviously metaphorical penance with The Road to Wigan Pier overtones. I’ll stop now.

  7. Bill says:

    I can remember as a young boy sometimes my mother would come across a double egg when she was cooking breakfast. However, I don’t know if twins develop from these eggs. They have two yolks.

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