Yeah…so that happened. And apparently, it’s something that does happen. For anyone who cannot tell, this is an egg without a formed shell; the guts are all intact and held together by the thin membrane that usually lines the inside of the shell.
This circus-sideshow of an egg was in the bottom of the roost box when I let the ladies out for the day. I have found one once before: right after Millie first started laying, there was one in the roost box, like it accidentally slipped out while she was sleeping. Hey, it happens to the best of us. So to whom did this fine specimen belong? Sure enough, Gertie, Millie, and Eloise all laid a normal egg at their designated squat-spot times throughout the morning. All signs point to Clementine, as she left no egg in the squat-spot.
Shell-less eggs can, apparently, be indicative of a couple of different chicken-situations. Chronic shell-less eggs can mean that you have a very stressed-out bird, or that there is some repeated environmental stress being inflicted upon her (extreme heat, cold, house-music being piped into the surround-sound in the coop). It can also mean your bird needs a little more calcium in her diet; a deficiency that is pretty easy to fix with oyster-shell supplementation. But an occasional rubber egg is, I guess, not something to be too concerned about. I’ll have to keep an eye on her and make sure this doesn’t become a habit, but I think Clem is just getting her egg-mojo going. She’s allowed a bum egg or two.
But maybe I am jumping to conclusions. Maybe Clementine is being falsely-accused of the rubber-egg incident.