Those who’ve read my blog for a while, will know that I’ve been battling with my inner dog lover for some months. Actually, it’s years, since the birth of puppies Dot, Dash and Ray (they were actually called after their markings… but are also aka Dorothy Parker, Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler) to my friend JJ’s border terrier, Zoe. Dash was temporarily the object of my desires but then, sense prevailed and I realised that I didn’t have time for a puppy. Since then, I’ve just been longing for a dog and frequent many dog rehoming websites as a means to
torture myself think about a dog.
The other day, during yet another dog conversation, my friend JM commented that it was now possible to rehome battery chickens. Not being much of a television watcher, I’d missed all the ‘save the chickens and fish’ programmes that various celebrity chefs have been doing and knew nothing about this.
Now, a person who hasn’t the time for a dog, which is a portable and relatively adaptable animal, certainly hasn’t got the time for a brood of traumatised battery hens in recovery, so I don’t know why I even entertained the idea long enough to search out the website of the British Hen Welfare Trust, but I did. I’ve got rather fond of the hens that peck around the horses’ feet at the stables and gather at the sides of the road in certain villages. And lo, was discovered the subject of this post, which doesn’t require any husbandry (wifery?) and just serves to grace your kitchen with an object that will forever be the subject of interrogation by interested visitors: the Egg Skelter.
It keeps your hens’ eggs in the order that they were laid, so that you always eat the oldest, and displays them in a really interesting way. Presumably, they don’t roll down the ‘skelter’ fast enough to break, since this was invented by someone who keeps chickens in Devon – so, coincidentally, this turns out to be another fabulous
Wet West Country find.
Just to add, before anyone goes ands gets me one of these for my upcoming birthday, please bear in mind the quantity of eggs that this will hold and the number of eggs someone with an empty nest can eat…(sounds almost cannibalistic) but for anyone with a household to feed – it’s a great idea if, like me, you don’t like keeping eggs in the fridge.