I chick you not

You may remember that in previous posts I have swooned over one of my favorite UK supermarket items, Old Cotswold Legbar eggs. You know, those lovely green and blue shelled free range eggs from hens whose "freedom of expression" underpins their farmers' business plan? Yes, those eggs. Which I cook with all the time.

Well, I caught a disturbing tidbit in the news last week about a 9 year old British kid who successfully incubated an OCL egg he bought at the supermarket, resulting in a new pet named Celia. Read about it here. Not sure why this disturbs me, but it does. Deeply.