Unintentionally Agitating The Birds

Tuesday morning, I boiled 30 eggs. Two cartons I had bought for that purpose, and six others that had been in FRIG II for a while. One of them floated to the top of the pot, so I took it out. Technically, I only boiled 29 eggs. One of them split open and emitted a bit of cooked yolk. I took it out while cooling the rest in cold water. So I ended up with 28 eggs. Eight will go into the 7 Layer Salad. One will go in The Pony's individual salad. So there's 19 eggs to be deviled. Eight fit into the container. Five will go home with The Pony. Two will be used to scoop filling out the bowl for taste-testing. One will be given to Farmer H to sample before Thanksgiving Dinner. That leaves three eggs unaccounted for. I'm sure The Pony and Farmer H will not reject another sample. Besides, sometimes the whites tear apart during peeling. So I will have a cushion.

Anyhoo... that first paragraph was mainly for my own benefit, so I know how many eggs I have to deal with. 

The floaty egg I tossed off the back porch. I heard it crack. The dogs will probably lick it up, though they don't know what to do with an egg in an intact shell.

The burst-open boiled egg I tossed onto the back porch. It broke in two pieces as I took it out of the shell. I called the dogs, but none showed up. I went about cooling the other boiled eggs, and set them on my dish drainer to drip dry, before I put them back into the cartons until Wednesday, when I make my 7 Layer Salad, and Thursday, when the deviling begins.

I sat back down at HIPPE at the kitchen table, and heard crows cawing. LOUDLY! Two giant shiny black crows landed on the porch rail. That's unusual. Sometimes they land in the trees by POOLIO, at the edge of the woods. But not on the porch rail. That is for squirrels. I noticed that the boiled egg pieces were not on the porch. I suppose maybe the dogs had come around and eaten them while I was not watching.

Surely those crows didn't eat the boiled eggs! That would make them kind of cannibalistic. I know crows are scavengers. But for the love of Gummi Mary! You don't eat a close relative's unborn offspring! No matter how they're cooked!

I don't know why those crows were so feisty. It was unusual behavior for the Mansion porch. I can only surmise that it had something to do with the egg. Maybe not cause and effect, but surely a correlation.