Having expected that the girls would have stopped laying long ago, we've been quite delighted to still be getting one or two eggs a day as it continues to get cold and miserable. And then there's eggs like this giant, weighing in at 90 grams - the product of Parmagiana, our slightly picked-on, less-intelligent chicken... I mean, Emu.
You'd be mistaken in thinking this was an isolated incident; because its not. Our fridge is full of Chickzilla eggs, for which the egg-holding shelf was clearly not built. What a wondrous animal. Could you imagine giving birth to an object relatively the size of a small toddler each and every day?