It’s already happening, we have an “egg eater” in the chicken coop. I’m hoping it’s only one of the girls, because an egg eater goes into the soup pot. The question is, who is eating them? I’d hate to ring the wrong neck. The pecked egg is usually in box 4, which is where I tend to find Wilma… I sure hope it’s not her. I like buffalo wings just the same as the next gal and Wilma only has one wing as it is. And, it’s Wilma. We’ve already gone through so much with her. We’ll see I guess.
I’ve been making a couple extra trips to the coop because of this. In part to collect the eggs before they get pecked and to try to figure out who the culprit is.
For now the eggs that have been pecked, just enough to crack but not enough to break the inner membrane are brought in and boiled. They are then turned into ugly pickled eggs. You know, the ones that you hide in the back of the fridge because they peal so horribly and hope that nobody comes over looking for an egg. The ones my husband will pull out of the jar and say “Ooh, what happened to this one?”.