On my way to jog I checked on the chicken coop. I unplugged the electric fence, scooped some cracked corn and layer mix into the feeder and found one cool egg in the laying boxes. Four hens, one egg a day. Production is low right now. I forgot about the egg until I warmed up on Cemetery Hill, and took my mittens off. When I went to stuff them in my pocket there was an egg in it, luckily, still whole. I managed to run the whole loop without breaking it. When I got home and bragged about my grace, my husband said that next time I should put the egg on a spoon. He said that may land me in the Guinness Book of World Records.