My husband knows me well. He found this wild turkey egg while he was walking Baxter and carried it home for me.
Little things like this bring both of us so much joy now that we’re living on the farm.
It’s broken, and it’s so early in the season that I don’t think we have a little poult running around. But perhaps it’s still early enough that a mama turkey may be out there somewhere on this Mother’s Day weekend.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of the moms–human, avian or other. I hope that you have a special weekend.
Wow, that’s one XXL egg!
Just imagine it for breakfast!
That’s exactly what I thought.