The Eggs

When I posted this adventure on Facebook it generated over 50,000 visits and comments. Some people even accused me of bringing the eggs with me and “planting” them just to cause a controversy. Trust me - I’m not hauling eggs with me on a journey of 100 miles just to strew them about for a photograph. I was just fascinated as to how they got there. Any ideas?

I was on my way to Joyceville and went down a road that was more gravel than asphalt, when I came across this house. Which I pulled over to photograph.

My traditional selfie with the RB to let my wife know I’m out having fun. Now this house is pretty isolated. The closest abode I saw was a good half mile away.

Looking around I noticed these eggs, blending in with the environment. There were about a baker’s dozen strewn about. All unbroken. A gypsy hen? A fox’s storage unit? What think ye?