Right now we’re up to 13″ of snow outside with more falling as we speak.  We put a tarp over the chicken run last night before the started, and good thing… they’d have nowhere to move if we hadn’t.  Also, for your enjoyment, Byron and Scruffy sniffing out the rats weathering the storm under the shed.

This evening Alex managed to grab both of the girls for picture.  They seem to maybe be getting a little more snuggly and OK with being held.  Still no eggs though!  From what we have heard, there’s a greater chance for eggs after the days start to lengthen again.

I spent the past few days in the beautiful mountains  of North Carolina. During my stay, I went to visit the Western North Carolina Nature Center.   Along the outer edges of the map provided I drew all the animals I saw (except the bobcat, which is odd as I love felines). Below is their map and my sketches.

Wolf details:

Alpaca details:

Should this piece sell, I will donate $100.00 to the Western North Carolina Nature Center. They are currently working to build a new veterinary clinic.

Western North Carolina Nature Center Map. Ink on paper. 8″x11″.

Unframed:  $200.00

Hi. I’m new to this whole thing, this is a test run. I’ve never seen myself as a “blogger” so don’t expect much. here’s a photo. Is “r” rated allowed?

Frolicking in the sea

The Genuine Meaning of Love:

Once there was a Big Fire accident near a village in India. After that the forest officers arrived at the location to find the situation.

When they saw one Hen died on Standing, the officer slowly pushed the Hen through his stick. The Hen fell down slowly.

All the officers were shocked?
They would see 11 chickens staying safely inside the mother’s wing.

Nothing can be larger than Mother’s Love

I know it’s been a while, but the weather hasn’t been cooperating on Sundays lately.  The girls got to experience their first snow on Saturday!  Finally managed to let them out, and get some pics while they were at it, this Sunday.  Still no eggs!

I worked out today that I only have eight more days of work left this year, it still doesn’t make me feel like I have anymore time for anything this month though.

I have lots I want to blog about but can’t seem to manage to put anything in to words when I sit down to do so…. 

This weekend has been spent looking after a sick hen, who was christened Henny Penny, who has gone back out in with some other hens today after she learnt to fly out of her box and onto the bed, digging out the goat pen and putting up some more fencing on one of our fields.

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Mother, Get The Bible, Our Hen Laid An Egg With An Upside Down Cross On It -  BURLESON, TEXAS -  In the bible belt, hard working people are known to live and die by the good book, no questions asked.  They’re church going folks who fear the word of the Lord and when it comes to religion they don’t play games.  If a hobo passes out drunk in a hay barn during harvest and accidentally burns it to the ground with a hobo fire they say it’s an abomination from hell.  When somebody finds a potato chip that looks like Jesus they put it up on Ebay and fork over the winnings in the donation plate during Sunday’s sermon.  But no egg salad for a fresh laid grade A with an uspide cross on the shell?  No.  Back  to Hell Satan.

 A religious couple said one of their prized hens laid an egg with an upside cross on the end of it.  Both are totally convinced it’s the sign of Satan who is trying to spread evil during the holiday season. While gathering eggs last week the man picked up a crazed hen and found a weird-shaped egg with an evil indentation on one end with what appears to be an upside cross and when you shake it Ozzy Osbourne’s “Suicide Solution” starts playing really freaking loud.  (http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091203/ap_on_fe_st/us_odd_unusual_egg)

The couple said eating the egg is not an option.  No egg salad, no eggs and bacon and no scrambled egg sandwiches.  They are going to put in under a glass altar and display it in their barn at $5 per head.  All of the proceeds will go to the church Christmas pageant where Ozzy Osbourne has made a commitment to play, but ony if he can buy the egg and eat it raw on stage. .  After all, he’s the son of Satan so it could be his long lost brother reincarnated as chicken spawn.

If there’s one thing I do love it’s food and, as much as I love cooking I also enjoy dining out.

On Monday night I met a friend for dinner and at first we couldn’t decide where to eat.  I felt like some Chinese food so my friend suggested China, China at the Omni Centre.  Although, strangely it’s still listed as Chinois on the Omni Centre website.

The usual doorman was on the phone but another member of staff was with us immediately and seated us at a comfy table for four.  The restaurant was moderately busy and I can imagine that at the weekend it’s exceptionally busy.  My friend tells me it’s popular with hen and stag nights at the weekend.

Our waiter took our drinks order and then explained about the buffet style set-up of the restaurant.  “Help yourself,” the waiter said and went off to get our drinks.

So help ourselves we did.  My friend informed me that they now use smaller plates than before and I wondered why that was.  The idea is you can eat as much as you like so why make the plates smaller? Perhaps I should have asked a member of staff.

There is a super selection of food which would cover most peoples appetites.  Being a curry fiend I heaped that onto my first plateful and added noodles, rice and chips.  I wouldn’t normally heap all that on but it was there so I went for it, as did my friend.

The food was lovely, hot and tasty but one downfall was the rice, which was too dry.  The food does sit under heat-lamps which seems to dry the rice out too quickly.  However, mixed in with some curry sauce, it was edible.

Second trip to the buffet, a few onion rings, more chicken curry, more rice, chicken and mushrooms, vegetable spring rolls…the choice really is endless.  One other small problem is that the naming tags above the food are not always correct.  Or they don’t seem to be.  However, if you’re willing to try anything, that’s not a problem and if you’re vegetarian it’s fairly obvious what has meat content and what doesn’t.

I didn’t manage a pudding but my friend managed some ice cream.

Over all a nice meal out but at £10.99 each it is quite pricey, all you can eat yes but if you can’t eat a lot you will feel slightly done if you eat after 7pm.  Before 7pm it’s £9.99 which is still pricey and there is an earlier lunch time deal too which is probably cheaper.

However, good food, friendly and helpful staff.  The atmosphere was good and the restaurant was neither too hot or too cold which is always a concern for me.

Happy eating,

OneEdinburghBlog

They say soybeans and pesticides did it.
But the ecology is much more complicated.

When I was young, the farm fields
of rural Hunterdon County New Jersey
spawned legions of Ring-necked Pheasants.

At age 10,
I walked the fields with my father’s short haired pointer
nose to ground, followed their scent,
with his rigid stance marked for me the grassy patches
where nature bred the birds to rest,
camouflaged by the fall browned grasses,
lie low, concealed,
to avoid my gaze and shotgun blast.

My greatest concern then, to abide
by the State’s two bag limit.

At age 14,
Thanksgiving afternoon, my responsibilities
as defensive end completed,
I walked the farm fields with my own dog,
an English Spaniel,
to flush out a fresh one to supplement the turkey.
Marinated in a tomato sauce, seasoned by red wine
I loved to dip the fresh baked Italian bread
in the juices of my plate.

I lost this in my college years.
Returning for brief Thanksgiving vacations
left little time for dogs and guns,
walking the fields.
Perhaps, as an educated man,
I lost the sporting urge.

When settled eight years later,
needing the land again
to rescue me from the business world,
where at times I was the hunted, if not fair game,
I called my father about Thanksgiving morning.
Asked him if he wanted some company going out.

Surprised to hear from his professional son -
he thought perhaps I thought myself – too important.
Too sophisticated, for his sporting world.

It was then that I learned
what twelve years had wrought.
“I will be picking up the birds about 5 o’clock
Wednesday evening, if you want to help.”
No more wild hens to produce
the ring necked cocks so ardently sought.
Not one to be found in this now, semi-rural area.

Innocently, it was not new homes,
but corn and soybeans culprits.
The hay fields of this community
disappeared with the milking cows.
Fixed rows of food staples
replaced the grassy scenes
where hens with their broods
could move with stealth and ease
find abundant insects for which they foraged.

No cover between precise rows of corn
pesticides applied
to keep both insects and weeds at bay
surprisingly, no threat to the brown birds,
just the insects which disappeared.

Food and shelter gone
they were homeless, needy,
orphans in a habitat only slightly changed
to the naked eye.

Now the next day the hound would be catching
birds in his mouth from whom the instinct to be flushed
had been bred, or who were too indolent
to want to escape.

This discovery clouded an otherwise bright autumn day.
My walk through the fields preoccupied with hope
that I could find one I could respect.
That like the birds of old
could run as fast as other birds could fly
would take a sporting chance at escape –
would challenge me, my reactions,
my 35 year old aim.

So now no longer gamebird,
colorful penned up long-tailed beauty
visited by school children in yellow buses
carving pumpkins on the picnic tables
no sporting chance -
it is no wonder this walk
has lost its allure
now, in New Jersey, this hunt
has turned a young boys’ sport
who will never know the difference,
unless they looked deeply in my eyes.
Even the dogs have lost interest.

Ray Brown

The 80’s cocktail party for Jay and my Hen and Bucks night on Saturday night was frickin’ incredible!

You’ll have to wait for the photos as I’m at work right now, just spending a few mins collecting my thoughts before I have to tackle solution design and my brain descends into the dark depths of IT for the rest of the day..

Everyone got dressed up (as you’ll see later) – our friends had done us proud by decorating their house top to tail in old 80’s record sleeves, records, 80’s posters etc.   I had lugged over an entire boot full of alcohol in earlier in the week and that and the cocktail glasses were nicely arranged on the kitchen bench ready for action.

The music was cool – although not the 80’s stuff I remember from growing up in the UK – I guess thats one cultural difference thats going to continue to pop up

Cocktails were brilliant, so much fun mixing and shaking them, but not as much fun as the drinking *hic*

Got quietly plastered, danced a bit (I think) and had such a good time.

Jay and I walked the 10 mins home at about 2am and she didn’t get up until 4pm the next day!

Pics to follow

I love my chickens, as my OH says, they’re all called ‘Pyrex’ (ovenproof). Any male offspring are another matter and we have several of those in the freezer.

Mrs Chookles was the last remaining ‘original’ hen and has now gone to the great chicken coop in the sky – well the chook graveyard next to the greenhouse actually.

We started with a mixture of breeds, 10 birds altogether, replaced some as they variously shuffled off, with another mixture from the local market. They didn’t come in breeds from the market, but grey, white and brown. Apart from one white one, Mrs Chookles outlived them all, which has to say something for the light Sussex breed. We do still have some of her offspring though; Chookles (the daughter) and this year’s progeny yet to be named.

Light Sussex seem to make good mothers, if a little bit independent. While she was hatching the latest, she disappeared for weeks. Normally we keep them shut up at night in a polecat-proof pen in the barn, so it was a bit worrying until we found her broody under an old barn door in the next barn bay.

A bit of extra feed and water left by the barn door, and everything was happy ever after. This is the errant pair in question:

Light Sussex and chick

Here she is teaching her baby how to scratch for food, and I think that’s what makes them good mothers. Some of the other broody hens we’ve had have had a very “get on with it” attitude.

Sadly, as baby chook made maturity, Mrs Chookles fell off her perch one night (despite not being blue, Norwegian, or nailed there). She was our chook held in the most high esteem, and will be remembered fondly.

Mrs Chookles RIP

Well, everyone is doing geat. Hawks have given up trying to take a chicken. I guess the hawks grew up as it was young males trying. Read a post on one of the sites about young hawks trying for chickens. Seems to be the case here at least.

Tailless is now getting her tail back and is laying steadly. We are getting between 7 to 10 eggs a day now. That is out of 22 pullets. I have put in another nest box which is the covered cat litter boxes. I was finding a egg on coop floor in the morning sometimes and eggs in the other 2 boxes. So we got another and they are using it.

Today it is raining and as of 1pm we already got 7 eggs. I am hoping that if someone is laying out in the woods todays rain will drive them into the coop to lay. We have alot of deadfall behind the coop so if they are laying out there it will be next to inpossible to find that nest.

I have banded more of the chickens hoping to make a list of who is laying and who is fertile. Right now I know of 2 that Captain has gotten with good. I do not have a incubator yet but that will be bought soon so I can hatch a few eggs to get another rooster. We could definitlly use another here since pullets range so far now.

Could thing is we do not have a back load of eggs as hubby is selling them at his job. Thanksgiving was alot better this year cooking wise using fresh egg. Can not wait till Xmas to make fresh eggnog. Yummy. Happy Holidays all.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday of the year.  Time to eat, spend time with loved ones, and reflect on the blessings we so often take for granted.

Meanwhile, on behalf of their poultry turkey cousin, hens Catherine Howard & Marie Antoinette wanted me to share a totally turkey-free Thanksgiving recipe.

This recipe comes from the AWESOME duo Barb Westman & Sue Hankerson- sisters, friends, fellow foodies and proprietors of Cottage Gourmets catering.  If you haven’t experienced a Cottage Gourmet dinner you are so missing out! I have a difficult time sharing these…you’ve been warned.

Walnut Mock Meatballs

3 large eggs, beaten

4 oz. Colby-Jack Cheese, shredded

1/2 cup cottage cheese

1/2 cup onion, diced

1 teaspoon dried basil

1/2 teaspoon sea salt

2 cups crushed bread crumbs or herb-season stuffing cubes

1 cup finely chopped walnuts

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.  In large mixing bowl combine all ingredients.  Shape into meatballs.  Brown the meatballs in a large skillet with a tablespoon of oil.  Place in baking dish.  Cover with BBQ Sauce (recipe follows) or leave plain.  Bake for 20 minutes or until warmed through.

Golden Mustard BBQ Sauce -Deborah Madison’s Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone

3/4 cup white vinegar

3/4 cup prepared yellow mustard

1/2 onion, minced

1/4 cup canned crushed tomatoes

1 Tablespoon paprika

6 garlic cloves, minced

1 1/2 teaspoons sea salt

1/2 teaspoon cayenne

1/2 teaspoon freshly milled pepper

Mix the ingredients, plus 1/3 cup water, in a saucepan and bring to a simmer.  Reduce the heat to low and cook until the onions are tender and the mixture thickens, approximately 15 to 20 minutes.  Use the sauce warm or chilled.  It keeps, refrigerated, for several weeks.

“If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.”-The Catcher in the Rye

But I will tell you a little true story which happened to me recently.

I was sitting and minding my own business idly watching the baby crawl around on a beautiful Montana afternoon, enjoying the sunshine whilst talking on my cell phone to my bff, when I heard squawking. I glance up and see our other rooster (not Ayla–he’s a banty and i think he’s still a virgin, poor thing, because all the hens are larger breeds and he just. can’t. reach. ughhhh. it’s very pathetic to watch, and you don’t WANT to watch but can’t help but watch, like some macabre-slow-motion scene of doom until he finally falls off the back of the hen–they hang on with their talons you know–tears the hens’ backs right up, tears feathers off, leaves their backs bloody, etc. not pretty)…………..

Anyway! Where was I? Oh yeah, our other rooster, Shorty, was right at the crucial moment on his hen and….lemme stress this point…..I USUALLY look away because seeing animals mating right in front of me in my front yard is pretty weird, to say the least, like, between the two roosters and their large brood of 17 hens, you can see chicken porn all day long. but anyway, before I realized it was just another rooster and hen going at it, and before I could look away, I saw shorty–er, ejaculate! I’m sorry to be so gross, but I have to share my misery with you guys. I have never noticed–or I’ve probably noticed and blocked it out–that roosters have semen and I saw several little drops splatter around in the grass where the baby crawls.

Yeah. That’s what I do during my day. Watch chickens mate. What do you do?

What an awesome and orderly God!!  God’s accuracy may be observed in the hatching of eggs.  For example:

• The  eggs of the potato bug hatch in 7 days;
• Those of the canary in 14 days;
• Those of the barnyard hen in 21 days;
• The eggs of ducks and geese hatch in 28 days;
• Those of the mallard in 35 days;
• The eggs of the parrot and the ostrich hatch in 42 days.

Notice, they are all divisible by seven, the number of days in a week!

The lives of each of you may be ordered by the Lord in a beautiful way for His glory, if you will only entrust Him with your life.  Only the One who made the brain and the heart can successfully guide them to a profitable end.

God’s wisdom is seen in the making of an elephant.  The four legs of this great beast all bend forward in the same direction.  No other quadruped is so made.  God planned that this animal would have a huge body, too large to live on two legs.  For this reason He gave it fulcrums so that it can rise from the ground easily. 

The horse rises from the ground on its two front legs first.  A cow rises from the ground with its two hind legs first.  How wise the Lord is in all His works of creation!

God’s wisdom is revealed in His arrangement of sections and segments, as well as in the number of grains. 

• Each watermellon has an even number of strips on it’s rind.
• Each orange has an even number of segments.
• Each ear of corn has an even number of rows.
• Each stalk of wheat has an even number of grains.
• Every bunch of bananas has on its lowest row an even number of bananas, and each row decreases by one, so that one row has an even number and the next row an odd number.
• The waves of the sea roll in on shore twenty-six to the minute in all kinds of weather.
• All grains are found in even numbers on the stalks, and the Lord specified thirty fold, sixty fold, and a hundred fold – all even numbers.

God has caused the flowers to blossom at certain specified times during the day, so that Linnaeus, the great botanist, once said that if he had a conservatory containing the right kind of soil, moisture and temperature, he could tell the time of day or night by the flowers that were open and those that were closed!

Thus the Lord in His wonderful grace can arrange the life that is entrusted to His care in such a way that it will carry out His purposes and plans, and will be fragrant with His presence.  Only the God-planned safe life is successful.  Only the life given over to the care of the Lord is fulfilled.

www.bibledonate.org and www.fivesimplesteps.org

HEN, o Strange Love, como también se la conoce a raíz del nombre que se le puso en su versión animada, es una comedia Ecchi que a veces ha llegado incluso a estar considerada como Hentai, por las escenas bastante explícitas mostradas en la obra.

Desde mi punto de vista yo pienso que se queda en lo rigurosamente Ecchi, ya que si bien es cierto que se muestran escenas sexuales sin ningún pudor, éstas no están representadas con la vulgaridad y las “maneras” típicas del género Hentai, además de no mostrar en ningún momento genitales ni recrearse en largos y primerísimos planos de las zonas más erógenas del cuerpo, en las diversas escenas sexuales mostradas en la obra.

Digamos que la temática sexual es el principal tema conductor de esta obra, y condiciona todo lo que en ella pasa, pero en modo alguno es una obra cuya única justificación sea precisamente mostrar relaciones sexuales de manera explícita, como ocurriría en cualquier obra propiamente Hentai que se precie.

La obra fue creada en 1995 por Hiroya Oku, autor también del Manga de la discreta Zero One en 1999 y, sobre todo, de la célebre Gantz a partir del año 2000. El Manga de HEN fue serializado en la revista Young Jump de Shueisha y contó con 8 volúmenes recopilatorios, siendo publicados entre 1995 y 1997. El dibujo que podemos encontrar en HEN es cuanto menos extravagante: con unas caras dibujadas en mi opinión de una forma cuidada, delicada y expresiva, pero en cambio con unos cuerpos que tienden demasiado hacia la exageración de formas, algo que se mantuvo también en la adaptación al Anime.

La versión animada de HEN (llamada Strange Love en occidente) vió la luz en el año 1996, en forma de una mini-serie de 2 O.V.A.s de larga duración (45 minutos por episodio). Cada una de las O.V.A.s nos contaba un cómico episodio en la vida personal y escolar de la protagonista de la historia: Chizuru Yoshida, una imponente estudiante con unas medidas pectorales imposibles en relación al resto de su esbelta figura. El único nexo en común entre los dos episodios del Anime (a parte de su despampanante protagonista, claro está) era que en ambos se relataban historias relativas a algún aspecto de la sexualidad de Chizuru que, digámoslo así, se podían “salir de lo normal” desde el punto de vista de las relaciones convenionales de pareja. De ahí precisamente venía el título de “HEN“, como algo “extraño”, por supuesto con las connotaciones típicas que suele atribuirse en el terreno sexual a lo que tiende a lo ”pervertido”, (como en el famoso género Hentai), pero utilizado aquí siempre en un tono desenfadado y eminentemente cómico.

En la primera historia teníamos una clásica relación escandalosa entre un profesor y una alumna: el profesor Hiroyuki y su progresiva fijación y obsesión por Chizuru, desde que se da cuenta que su alumna es la protagonista de unos sensuales anuncios televisivos hasta que la desenmascara, momento en el que Chizuru decidirá “callar” a su profesor empleando todo su poder de seducción para tratar de mantener a salvo su “secreto profesional”. Para ello acudirá a su apartamento y allí lo martirizará exhibiendo sus encantos, pero no dejará en ningún momento que su profesor se pueda pasar de la raya, para desesperación de Hiroyuki.

En la segunda historia, sin duda la más atractiva para los aficionados al Yuri, tenemos una divertida relación que se crea entre Chizuru y una nueva estudiante recién llegada a su mismo Instituto: Azumi Yamada, una jovencita de apariencia frágil y muy poco desarrollada que sin poder remediarlo se convertirá en la obsesión de Chizuru a partir de entonces. Desde luego que si el primer episodio era cuanto menos entretenido, este segundo es de lo más divertido y recomendable.

La serie no brilla para nada en sus aspectos técnicos, eso está más que claro solo con ver su dibujo, animación, diseño de personajes y doblaje (todos ellos en mi opinión mediocres a más no poder), pero sin duda su argumento se hace muy entretenido por las hilarantes escenas que se retratan y por las reacciones de los personajes principales en la forma que afrontan dichas situaciones, en especial en el caso de la ingenua Azumi.

Precisamente un personaje tan tópico como Chizuru, la tigresa “superwoman” que es adorada en su escuela y que ya hemos visto en tantas ocasiones como un personaje arquetípico, adquiere gracias a la aparición de Azumi una nueva dimensión cómica cada vez que ambas comparten escenas, debido al enorme contraste de caracteres entre las dos (sí, digamos que el mayor “contraste” no es tan solo lo que puede parecer a simple vista entre ambas).

Ver la manera en que Chizuru se obsesiona y trata de conquistar a Azumi es de lo más divertido en la obra, así como las frecuentes escenas en las que nos muestran lo que pasa en esos momentos por la imaginación de Chizuru, como cuando trata de imaginarse en situaciones Yuri con sus compañeras de clase más llamativas, o la forma idealizada como ve a Azumi, para desconcierto de ésta. Desde luego que HEN: Strange Love no será una obra como para pasar a la historia por su calidad, pero sí que nos puede hacer pasar un rato entretenido y arrancarnos alguna que otra sonrisa.

Today the girls are 16 weeks old… we should be getting eggs from them any time now!  I’ve posted some pictures and a video of them spending time out in the yard for the first time in days… it has been raining cats and dogs for the better part of a week, and they’d been cooped up the whole time!  Finally it’s starting to dry out, though, so they will be spending more time out scratching and pecking around in the lawn.

Check out that waddle!

Goose stepping.

Striking a pose.

I found a nice lady on a nice farm to take my feral rooster. With the coop empty, I set the trap up again.

The very next day, I had a second rooster trapped. He spent one night with us, then went to the farm to join his brother.

And this morning, Byrd trapped a feral hen in the coop. This is not the momma hen of the roosters; this is the roosters’ sister. She is a smooth tan color, very pretty.

We are going to try and integrate the hen into our flock. We made this decision in part because the momma hen and the third rooster were still in our yard this morning, and we needed the trap cleared quickly so we could try to catch them, too. So we dumped the feral hen into our chicken coop.

So far, she’s scared, and the other hens are doing a bit of pecking as they reinforce the idea that she’s the lowest chicken on the totem pole. But they haven’t really fought or anything. I think it will work out.

Unfortunately, the process of catching and moving the feral hen into our coop was noisy and chaotic, so the remaining rooster and hen ran off and haven’t come back yet. No worries, it’s only a matter of time. So far we’ve caught a chicken every single day that the trap is open.

Now I have to come up with yet another chicken sound to name this chicken. So far we have used: Peepers, Squawkers (deceased), Cluckers (deceased), Cackle, and Bawk Bawk. (The oddballs are Miss Red and Crooksie.)

And that concludes the most delicious nightmare I ever had.

Beautiful still, sunny day. Last night not at all cold. Cannot make sure whether when shallots spring out of the ground it is of their own accord or partly done by the pigeons. Sometimes they are about 1’ from where they were planted. Dug 2 rows of the new patch, turned the compost heap, limed another patch, added one more sackful of dead leaves. [Total on facing page: 7.]

One hen is definitely broody.

6 eggs.

So we have all heard the question “What came first, the hen or the egg”, a question used as an analogy for unsolvable questions around the globe. But is it really that difficult to conclude on what came first, the hen or the egg? To me it proved to be an amusingly easy task.

Let me keep it short and simple: the egg came first. Why?

Based on Darwins theory of evolution, let me take you through my humble reasoning.

The hen has not always been a hen. Neither has the rooster – both of which are central in the making of the insaminated egg. The genetical code that brings us flour white, half flying creatures that says bak-bak-bak and lays eggs, was created when a henish and a cockish creature met and fell in love. Together they made what we call Gallus gallus domesticus.

Conclusion: The egg came first, as it was the first to evolve into what’s known as a chicken. 

But God created everything, and Darwin is a hoax

This is not a religious statement or discussion, so if you believe God created everything, including hens, roosters and eggs, I’ll leave it up to you and decide whether God would create an egg or a chicken. If the story of Adam and Eve is any measure for God’s approach to this painstaking problem, it seems like he created the chicken.